Even sitting on my bed ...
On the lap of comfort....

Having moments of bliss
With my mom..

Gossiping about the talkative aunty...
Laughing on the uncle's weird beard..
Cracking jokes to each other...

Its warm..
Its serene ..
Its securing ...

But ,

Somewhere
A gloomy feeling devours me.....

I m at home...
Still I feel like homesick.....

Its insecurity in my security

It's like

My colours have been seized
My canvas has been torn.....
And my hands have been disabled.....
I m helpless..

What is it?....
© Mohsina Rahman