I Am Home

“I am home!”
I don’t remember the last time when I said this phrase,
From a decade, I am into wandering craze.
Moving from one place to another in search of the home.
Is it in the dark night sky, or in the morning wet brome?

But what home is?
A common reality or a poet’s imagination?
The running tracks of the train, or the tranquil station?
Different meanings, of a single word for different people,
Some call it the basement for some it’s the steeple.

Several consider four walls and a roof, a place to reside.
Whenever bewildered, mother’s lap I search, to hide!
Just like a bird, I fly away and away from my enduring nest.
Though, I make some brief abodes to have a little rest.

We all are travellers of near or far distances;
Of everything lost or found, we are blindfolded witnesses.
Being alone ship amidst the ocean, always I move ahead,
The soothing night only comes when I lie on the sand bed!

On the face of it, home exists within the destiny.
Unknown to the fact that it is all about the enthralling journey.
After cherishing this golden philosophy of animation,
I say “I am home!” with every step I take in this excursion.