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An empty mind,
Reminds of the long winding path,
Left behind-
And all the smiling faces that bear no spite.
Fragments of old memories,
Come back as whispers
That hang-
Now suspended in disbelief.
Happiness was there then-
In life-
Unsought- un-treasured.
Now, as I see all my cloudy castles crumble,
I yearn for the warmth of my known hearth-
That perhaps bore the only heart I'd ever known.
Yet- I remain confused-
As to what is it that I miss exactly,
When oft I let my thoughts drift homewards-
My cynical eyes,
See a purpose behind all reason.
I know I long for the comfort of my own space-
The sanguine tranquility
That would make me trespass my own nostalgia.
The walls would reel back-
All the peals of laughter,
Shared with my brother so loved-
As would project all images of horror-
We struggle to delete.
Dormant emotions,
Make an attempt to shine again-
But scared conscience,
Reign them in.
Watching life and its many episodes
Crash around and pass me by-
Home, is where my heart aches to be-
Secure and tucked away
From everything
Sans expectations from the Sands of Time.
Or perhaps, forget about perils,
And cherish the innocence of the baby
Much adored and dreamt of-
Watching her grow up and spread her wings.
Poised to fly-
The poison of wait,
Is a regression that sets in a depression-
Where the booms and slumps
Become intense in their frequency-
As waves of longing clash all over me.