Home

My legs lead me as easily as heart beats;

With each footfall, wind soaks me 

with fragrance of familiarity.

Every murmur heard is in the language of my blood;

Every giggle is in harmony with my own.

Cat and dog, man and woman all know me;

I’m home. I know them too.

As I move on flower smiles, shrub smiles

And earth below my feet smiles at me.

I am home, I smile too.

Author's note: Life in all new surroundings and strangers everywhere ... Sometimes, that's all needed for words to flow onto one's diary. That need not make great poetry, but it provides valuable insights into our psyche. Home is just a construct in our mind. It need not really have all attributes we associate itself with, when we miss it, isn't it?