I want to go back to my origin where I belong
essentially to satiate my soul
one homecoming on a realm where
soil blends a fragrance most like the earth
air on its gasp sense pure essence and
rivers know where to flow in order,
mountains and meadows know
well the miasma of a new born dawn
and earthen autumn burnt up
colors horizon knows to paint in style
nature discerns precisely to acclimatize
marvels of seasonal surprises
and universe knows candidly to lien
on a rhythm so special to heart

In one concrete sequence of rude realities
no feelings rendered on tied up strings
pull it hard it breaks and crinkles on a
hard base of elemental void
masks of pretensions seal the vacuum
when crushed on controls of
crazy crowded convergence
towers of conceit so prominent
to climb on in respite and on one
empty pedestal, mind conveys
grievances when soul cries silently
fears, worries of cosmic collisions
and timid fierce threats from minds
of very own humans....
my home is not here and this only asylum
a retreat for a while to restrain burdens,
not a place to combine mind and soul in harmony

I want to belong where my mind flows
along the river with no blocks involved
where clouds should radiate a rainbow
after a frantic moody rain......
rain drops should drizzle on my dreams and
flowers should blossom on fragrance...
besides the glowing full fledge moon light
my vision should bloom on the reflex
and borrow a dab of glint from stars
on a tranquil expanse of sky
along with diverse flora and fauna
my body should float in union
with soul in specific and I should
redeem my inner self on wings of freedom
with a definite feeling of belonging

Rema Prasanaa

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