Everyday I play,
With cockroaches,
Everywhere they stay,
And make me guess.
Where they are today,
When will they come out.
How did they come yesterday,
Why would she shout.
They might think, but Hey!
Could you please not be there,
Wherever, whenever I'm here!

I miss it,
I miss it all,
I'd give anything,
And everything,
To get it all back.
Those days an year ago,
To my friends I want to go,
Hug them tight and never leave,
Talk to them for hours and sleep.
Just those days when we were together,
Worrying less about anything whatsoever.
I want it all back to the way it was,
Present made me realise the loss,
Times when we were all silly,
Recall memories randomly,
Life was only better then,
Golden old days spent,
I want them all,
Whom to call?
What to do?
God I ask.

My hand bleeds to paint,
Splitter spatter here and there, Everywhere.
Wanting the warmth of embrace,
By it's friends,
Brushes of goat hair.
Papers, paints and palette,
All what it would want to hold.
Has so many wishes,
More than "The Hand", so bold.

The moment you leave your home,
To hostel Or your dome.
It's done!
It's not the same any more.
Though you may return,
Weekly Or monthly,
But the lump in your heart,
When you realise you gotta go back.
It makes you feel like you don't belong,
In there, the place that's yours forever.
You feel like your days are numbered,
You count the days left and behave,
You take all the love and joy,
In the packages from mom,
And pocket money from dad,
Hugs from brother, kisses from each other.
Yet you yearn for that permanent feeling,
That you are home completely.
Fully, in a way that's really true.
And take that heavy heart pack it all,
Go to the place that you now temporarily belong to.
So you can come to back to your place.
When it's finally time to.