Home!

Home, is not where the heart is
It’s possibly somewhere,
where the soul is in sync with being and belonging.

Home, where the coffee is not a perfect brew
and has some extra sugar too
But tastes like an ocean in a desert.

Home, where I can smell ageing paper
and not be reminded of the books,

I need to read and the presentations I must make.

Home, where sleep comes naturally,
and does not wake me up, 

with nightmares leaving me smelly sweaty.

Home, where in my unkempt hair
and Un-ironed T-shirt

I feel my breath pass like breeze.

Home, not four walls and a mere ceiling.