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Home : A Calling from Space

Often I ask myself, Why I always run to the mountain

And then spend hours gazing the buildings from Corridor

See random people, and squeeze the eyebrow in disdain

As I walk on the concrete slabs of Chalet’s floor


Why the flowing water grips my nerve every time

When I sit under the clocktower with no ken of surround

What is that I am searching while caving through rime

Heads down, big smile, am I trapped or swaddle bound


I lift my head up, and look right in face at colleen sunshine

Eyes blink, movement pauses as I wait for sweltering bark

It is the silence I am craving for, diving through pantomime

Though I am scared to walk alone, fearing I’ll be lost in dark


Sacred spaces I call all of these, I often visit at arid epitome

It’s people that I have been searching, who share silence not talks

Not about family or warm comfort that consummately define home

It’s about going bare with breathe and musings, aided in erratic walks


Do not trust my words, they are too small for unblemish define

I believe they lose value, as emotions evolve sliding through time


Feature Image: Ujjwal Tomar

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