All the Places We Used to Go

I chanced a visit today To the neighborhood where I grew up To the places we used to go To learn To explore To just be There were gates in front of the forest And the trees were alone They had been forgotten In name In touch In spirit Now I wonder Where will we … Continue reading All the Places We Used to Go →

Home Is

Home is A concept ill-defined Why then Do we concern ourselves so With the constant pursuit thereof And the perception of others thereupon? Even to feel "at home" In these mortal coils Which we refer to as our "self" Is often an arduous task And one predisposed To fluidity And a curious tendency To place … Continue reading Home Is →