Tell me the way home,
where the roads were so familiar that they knew your deepest thoughts and darkest secrets
where the buds of romance were crushed softly before it blossomed
where we built our chimerical future with unbridled hopes and aspirations, unbeknownst of their imminent failures.
Tell me the way home,
where we would hang out in street as imbecile loafers and other times as holistic thinkers tackling world’s most bewildering mysteries
where we were first had our lapse of judgement and succumbed to temptations and other times, we resisted with unflinching and unshakable resolve.
where we felt magnanimous in spite of our ineptitude,  
where we felt illustrious even with our lackluster lives
Tell me the way home,
where there was never a dearth of persiflage and lampoonist sense of humor quickly followed by inundation of camaraderie
where we fiercely fought for the last morsel of a snack but were willing to sacrifice all for the other at the slightest hint of perilousness
where we rendezvoused near abandoned houses and spent hours and even time stood still and listened to our banter.  


Now that I am home,
I feel like a stranger from another world.
Gone are the streets that knew me.
I feel in alone in a city full of unknown faces,
And the condescending neighbors with benevolent intentions
Are replaced by morose traders who will even peddle their souls.
Malls and concrete paths have replaced,
those narrow roads where we walked silently yet our minds spoke our dreams.
The home that has shut its door on me,
And the key is lost forever.
Pray take me far away from Home.