I'm looking for a home now, a place to rest and grow by your side
I have been places and called them home before but you know, just nothing like them
Up until now it has been slow, uncertain, it has been scary, not something even I would have wanted, but something mine
I am on my way, reading these sign posts, the misdirections, the wrong paths, the uneven roads I have been through all so, you see why!
I gave my hand to help these strangers, let few walk with me, some were a good company, but one of them stole my watch and now that I notice I don't have my wallet too
I was walking by the side of a river and saw the reflection in the river. I saw something broken, something sad in it. I wonder what it is?
I drove fast past some cities, I hitchhiked for some distance, then walked and walked looking for some place as comforting as a home
I stopped by a strange place and checked myself again in the mirror, but was amazed by how happy I looked. Strange na?
As I walk past the mountains, the beaches, the desserts and the river too why it feels so familiar, still so damn new
I enjoyed some of the wonderful trips on my way, looking out of a window it was smooth and breezy, calm and peaceful. But funny thing back inside the car, I vomited in a plastic bag
I trekked on the mountains to reach you, I stayed in the camp to find you
It was cold, it was uncomfortable. Still it all felt so comforting as if that place was near you
I have passed the crowds, the herds, faced that bright sunlight shining on my eyes
I have felt unwelcome, outsider among groups, felt that retch in dehydrating desserts
Have you felt that intense feeling to be somewhere else all the time ? I travelled these places and felt that too
As I speak to you, it's blurry, I feel ache. Why there are water drops on my chin, on my cheeks? The head is spinning, I have to rest too
I am standing in these winds and water, so much water and the rain , I need you to call me in
I carry the baggage as heavy as me, with my torn decath shoes, hair all messed up and a photo frame in my handbag, half empty. So lend me a hand, will you?
I've been with my people, been in my places, felt cozy before. I don't know if you will get this, but I ache for the cozy, the comfort, the love in you
Finally, I see that door like Gandalf looked at the door of Bilbo Baggins. In that small hobbit hole, all the dwarves and Gandalf saw a hope, that same hope shines in my eyes
Like Frodo and Samwise thought of Hobbiton in the entire journey, they thought of their home in the fires of Mordor
The journey was a long one. The wounds, the bruises, the hurt and the confusion. All seems fine, now that I am here.
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