Home is a Thought
Home is our Spirit
I saw a family loading their goods on a truck. The flat they
lived in and called their home was slowly turning into as
a solitary place. As soon as they vacated it all and shifted
to some other place, the flat looked forlorn and lost all charm
as a home. I wondered if the home was in their spirit, mind
and heart. Where did the home disappear ? This hub is
about wonder that arose in my mind on that day.
We can't wander in places,so, we think of a residence,
Where we can live and laugh,we all really want a home !
Land and flats we purchase, can we really buy a home ?
We spend bundles of dollar, to build a house of our own.
Do we ever ask for a home ? we always search a house,
Land to own or an apartment, to stay sometime on a rent.
But home comes afterward, as an angel in our dreams,
Like a body house wakes up, we get pivoted firm as soul.
We shake it up with laughter, and merrily endear ourselves ,
Fill it with our voice and smile, we turn it into as our home.
It was a stony lifeless house, we pumped its heart with love,
And opened its mind with care, how it babbled so incessant.
Home is reflection in the mirror, what we think, do and imagine ,
When we do vacate it for good, how it turns again into a house !
Home is a creation of our mind ,It is a feeling and a nice thought !
Home doesn't exist as a place ,like a spirit it just dawns there !
It is our smile, it is our laugh, it is sweet whispers and warm hugs !
Privy to all what we are, like a mirror it reflects and loves all moves !
It knows our wisdom and follies, it knows our fall and also our rise,
Like a true friend, it keeps secrets and opens gates for welcome !
Home is in the wind, home is in the light and is the breath we take,
It is in our mind and in the heart, it is love and all bliss in the soul !
© Harish Mamgain