You might think home is just a house made of walls and beams. But for me, home is a place where you can be yourself. It is the place of confidence.
Home is the place where you can put your mask off and show everyone who you really are. You are not scared to get judge by the people around you because you exactly know that they love and accept you the way you are.
Home is in our hearts.
So, home is not just place with four walls and a roof on top. Home is a place where i feel safe. Its the place where i feel loved and accepted by my family, friends or lover.
Travelling I Returned home My bed and bed room Are the best This realisation Once again dawned The world At large is wonderful What it lacks Homely comforts Travelling I was Oft airborne Sometimes blue Sky above Cartographer's cartography down Streams, rivers Man-made channels Lush green fields Marked boundaries Mountains 🏔️, forests Snow clad peaks Townships, habitations Road networks, railway lines As if looking down A big detailed map More so often Taking off or landing down Things weren't Always the same I oft gained height Clouds down Appeared as if Fluffy cotton In grey and white There were moments When I felt Suspended in space No motion was apparent Sometimes the plane Tilted up or down To gain height or lower down Reminding me How vertical and horizontal Frame of reference Is fixed in our minds We neither see The vertical nor horizontal Still we see the plane Tilted up or Tilted down In the plane, airports and hotels Most people were Very nice But the security Was very tight Brusque security men Removed my trimming Pair of scissors ✂️ Used for trimming My sparsely haired Moustache I felt like trimming Their hair to baldness But they were justified Security was tight Terror and terrorists Have played havoc With human life At a hotel A lift refused to Budge as I pressed Floor button 🔘 I gasped what was This nonsense Hotel staff told me To insert Room key card Before I press floor button 🔘 In brief This is the story Of my latest travel Home is the Best place Where there isn't Much struggle Your bed and bed room Make you Most comfortable!
It wasn't a leisure travel. Hence no mention of site seeing etc. It's just for future memory of this travel and my thought process.
**** what would I know Of a never ending battle I’m shackled up at home Only warn torn Warhol’s Is the money I struggle for I see for nothing harmful Headaches pound migraines The war my mind gains While you say something brilliant Eyes make it real for the deceiving Braille At eye rate the peddles fall from the wings As he casts into the ocean which he fears The light mirrors peace at the surface Either he’s floating or breathing The world sees it all as the same thing