I feel homesick for a place that doesn't exist.
I am homesick but I am at home.
Why am I homesick in my own home?
Where will I stop feeling homesick?
Everyone else feels safe at home.
When will I stop feeling homesick?
Do I even need a home?

She just sat there,
With the ring in her hands,
Thinking,
Of every word he'd ever said,

The smile on his face,
And the joy he'd bring,
The place where they met,
And how her heart bloom like a flower in spring,

She just sat there,
Wondering of what's next,
And without a word of care,
She thought of the future in place,

She just sat there,
"Nothing's left for me",
Said it'll soon be over,
With nothing but a sip of this,

I've never known peace,
To me its a ghost without a face,
I only know of complete silence,
For its what keeps me in place,

I've never known peace,
Even at the times of joy,
I smile for the sake of appearance,
Coz deep inside all I know is misery,

I've never known peace,
Even when my heart finds rest,
It seems like I've always struggled to exist,
Running out of air inside my chest,

I've never known peace,
That warm feeling within my soul,
That effortless breathing I've been told,
That "its okay" and "let it go",

I've never known peace,
Beyond that of an infant child,
Who smiles from the dreams unlimited with time,
And the calmness that comes from his untroubled mind,

I've never known peace,
Even when I had all for which I've ever wished,
I guess its just me,
And am the only one who can give me this,

This evening,
slow drizzling,
peace accompanying
eyes drooping
And I start dreaming

This land , I go
The place no one knows

There are unicorns , there are fairies
There are roses , there are lilies
There is rainbow ,There is waterfall
But there is no worry at all

This is my hiding place ,
A place ,where my joy stays
A place ,where stress goes away
A place ,where I hideaway from trouble
A place , where I stay inside the bubble
A place that protects me from reality

I scream to you

scream right to your face

and I wanna be true

and put you in place.


But maybe when I scream

is when you can't hear me

and just to dream

about finally being free

Would that we were a tortoise, or a snail,
A portable house for a lifelong trail,
You could take your home without fail,
Add a letterbox for your mail,
A human tortoise or a snail,
A mobile home along the trail..........