The hearth glowed warm,
Windchimes tinkled faintly- like stars
On a rainy night.
The last stair still creaked,
The same floorboard groaned,
The curtains swayed lightly.
A ratty old couch welcomed me-
But I shall have to go,
To find for me a home.
I see the ghosts of yesteryears,
I among them all.
They play, they laugh, they cry,
They rise, they fall.
I pause to breathe in their essence.
But they're gone from a long time.
And I shall have to go too,
To find myself a home.
The pictures on the mantlepiece -
They, along with their ornamental frames,
Mock at me, jeer at me:
We're a fragment stolen from the good old days,
But now what use of are we?
Those times have gone by-
Never to return.
And I shall go now too:
To find myself a home.
The rusty doorknob is freezing cold,
My bag- it now feels heavy,
But not because of my mere possessions ,
- It's the load which not all eyes can see-
Of guilt, responsibilities and need,
And residues of the grand dreams I'd bred.
But those hopes are now long gone, lost in the gloom of dreariness,
And I must too,follow their lead,
To find me a home.
The wind, it shrieks-
Like the spirit inside me,
She tries to hold me back,
Home's right there, says she-
It's right there and it needs you.
But I know more-
I slam the door,
And the things left behind cease to exist,
As I must too, do the same, to find myself a home.
The trees rustle and whisper my name,
The grass entwines around my ankles-
They've known me so well,
In them memories dwell-
For on them I've fallen, and learnt to rise,
From them I've fallen and learnt to climb.
But those times are gone- aren't they?
Aren't they? And I too must-
To find for me a home.
The cold, wet, empty streets- they chide me:
Go back! Go back!
Isolation is all that you'll find here.
Empty- yes, emptiness lies beyond!
But I stand firm for I know well-
It's in emptiness
That emptiness
Seeks a home.
