I guess, it started with that,
That umbilical cord.
Detached I am, from her,
Yet she is the only one, I feel belonged to.

I have remained scared,
All my life,
                  Of people.

With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
                   To love people.

Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
                    Hating people.

In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
                     Because of people.

Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
                      By people.

And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
                     people at their best,

Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
                      People at their worst.

Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
                     "People"

I fell for someone,
Who didn't want to even catch me,
I was dying for someone,
Who didn't care if I live,
At last,
He kept his ego,
I, my self respect.

Do you still walk to that tree,
And stand under its shade?
And do you walk through that aisle,
The one we walked through,
Those late winter afternoons.
Do you even remember?
The way we embraced each other.
I don't know what was more comforting and warm,
The warmth of your arms,
Or the sun kissing me.
Do you remember?
How I stopped midway, for some time.
Will you ever know why?
Just to stretch our time together, a little long
In a desire to trap the time in me.
How would I have known,
Time would trap me back.
Today, the sun is not comforting anymore.
What about I moon I love, you asked.
And the nights we have spent counting stars,
And staring at the moon.
And that song I would sing,
When I saw the dawn making its way,
Through the horizon.
No I don't dare to,
Look up to the moon now.

More cold is my heart,
Dead I have always been.
And no one cares.
You ignite the fire in me,
The fire knows no own,
It grows to burn me too, the dead bones.

In that place, away from home,
No one waits for me at the door,
No one's there to embrace me,
But it calls me back today.
It has seen my fires and storms,
Yet it holds me with care,
And takes me the way I am.
All my life, I have been wanting an escape,
An escape from the truths and lies,
And the fears they scare me with,
And the threatenings they threat me with.
That place, away from home,
Strangely, not knowingly,
Became the escape, all I ever needed.
My routes were always lost,
And my dreams, a shattered maze,
My truths, their obvious lies.
Odd that I am, I don't fit in.
Home changed its meaning over time,
I guess, it has not much for me here,
I guess, home has not much to offer to wanderers and the lost.
Somewhere in our lost journey,
And alone for sure,
For no one holds your hand to get lost,
And home doesn't fits in me,
I don't fit in home.
And strong that I am, I console my heart,
Calm down O' dear,
Not everyone has a home.