Home. I want to go home. Home.
Home. But you're at home. Home.
Home. Not where my body lives. Home.
Home. Where my confused choking soul is. Home.
Home. Not where my hearts resides. Home.
Home. Where my mind is serene. Home.
Home. Where the serendipity lies. Home.
Home. Where my senses find a way. Home.
Home. Where my hope is alive. Home.
Home. Where the truth lies. Home.
Home. Where I can come out. Home.

Your heart is as crumpled as the wrinkles on your face
The fading pages of your life story
Were alive by the fresh ink of your son's love
The pain of his betrayal was more than labour ever was
However, life gave you another chance
when the life's most beautiful news dawned upon you
You were bearing a child again
A news as divine and blissful as god himself
Like a little kid on the road brought you a rose made out of soiled paper

I'm not scared of the tenebrosity of a room, I'm scared of the thoughts which struck me.

I'm not scared of humans, I'm scared of the demon which resides in them.

I'm not scared of being alone, I'm scared people will forget me if I'm not in touch with them.

I'm not scared of going naked in the outside world, I'm scared of losing my self-esteem.

I'm not scared of the society, I'm scared of the hoaxes they spread.

I'm not scared of your love, I'm scared of being abandoned by you.

I'm not scared of dying, I'm scared that I haven't lived enough.

I'm not scared of making memories either good or bad, I'm scared of these memories fading away.

I'm not scared of the past or the future, I'm scared of the present.

I'm not scared of slumping, I'm scared of failure.

I'm not scared of asking questions, I'm scared they'll remain unanswered.

I'm not scared of being corrupt, I'm scared of losing myself. The sacred me.

I'm not scared of the aftermath, I'm scared of the side-effects it has.

I'm not scared of being scared, I'm scared that you'll think I'm frail.

~Saumya.