So , this is how it goes ,
They say , Home is where heart is ,
I say , heart can change its course ,
They agreed and said , change is the only constant ,
It’s like the unstoppable breeze of spring ,
So , home can also change its address ,

This is how it rests ,
We know we are sinners ,
But never tried to identify the sins ,
For you have lied ,
I have too ,
So did they .
But how long shall it be carried in the stomach of moon ?

For I have learned and unlearned too ,

So this is how it moves ,
In ecstatic motion ,
Sometimes tipsy and bewildered too ,
Never stops and denies too .

And it shall be learnt that the course is endless ,
Like the roaring ocean it has its depression too ,
And it pushes the earth beneath you too ,
So I can say , the storm has risen .
And the wise shall let it flow till it demolishes its mirror .