Monday, March 23, 2015

Know not

Do you know
where is home.
Do you know
Or do you
walk, run, amble, 
stumble drunk
to a doorway
Do you know
where is home.
At what table does
your hungry heart
find a warm meal.
And in which bed
does your mind awake
finally go to sleep. 
Where do you go
wandering. Tell me.
Tell me where is home.
Grass green sun patched
sky blue vast red.
Childhoods smashed clocks
as feet ran, knees bled.
But tickets, no roads
will now take you back.
And you'll live only in
fading memories perhaps.
Or worse still.
You'll live here.
In the moment.

1 comment:

virinder sabharwal said... a similar percept, may be.