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World isn’t always round you see
I have one, small though,
This world might be a bit quite but it hold a million stories
It’s made up with cement, bricks, people and memories.
This world that I own
This place I call my home.
This is where I have it all
Love. Care. Life.
A place not where I’m afraid to fall
From the first door to the last window
I see myself in every corner
Dancing, running, giggling or just playing with some shadow
It had known my every shade
From darkest to happiest
From deepest to craziest
The pillows here have known my fears
For those tears of mine they’ve seen.
The blanket has known the warmth I need
And the door knows the time I’m in.
The TV has known the mood swings I have
And the lights have seen the nights I’ve stayed up.
The plates know the things I eat and
And the walls recall the tables I used to repeat.
There are silly narratives I’ve built
And creamy dreams I’ve seen
Because there was someone whom I knew was willing to be in.
Also there are those vases I’ve broken
And tantrums I’ve thrown
Because it is the only place I get solitude
Everywhere else I’m just alone.
The peace, the tranquility and the purity of everything that I feel here isn’t easy to find
It’s with home that I shall always have something for to look behind.
But the climax hits where,
We grow up and things grow old
And some day we leave them behind
To travel to a different world.
.
.
.
But I know I shall come back once I’m contended of having seen the other world and I would be reciting these lines by her
“I have travelled on several unnamed roads
Made this world my own
But after everywhere I’ve been
I know I’m happiest when I’m home.”
I have one, small though,
This world might be a bit quite but it hold a million stories
It’s made up with cement, bricks, people and memories.
This world that I own
This place I call my home.
This is where I have it all
Love. Care. Life.
A place not where I’m afraid to fall
From the first door to the last window
I see myself in every corner
Dancing, running, giggling or just playing with some shadow
It had known my every shade
From darkest to happiest
From deepest to craziest
The pillows here have known my fears
For those tears of mine they’ve seen.
The blanket has known the warmth I need
And the door knows the time I’m in.
The TV has known the mood swings I have
And the lights have seen the nights I’ve stayed up.
The plates know the things I eat and
And the walls recall the tables I used to repeat.
There are silly narratives I’ve built
And creamy dreams I’ve seen
Because there was someone whom I knew was willing to be in.
Also there are those vases I’ve broken
And tantrums I’ve thrown
Because it is the only place I get solitude
Everywhere else I’m just alone.
The peace, the tranquility and the purity of everything that I feel here isn’t easy to find
It’s with home that I shall always have something for to look behind.
But the climax hits where,
We grow up and things grow old
And some day we leave them behind
To travel to a different world.
.
.
.
But I know I shall come back once I’m contended of having seen the other world and I would be reciting these lines by her
“I have travelled on several unnamed roads
Made this world my own
But after everywhere I’ve been
I know I’m happiest when I’m home.”
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