By Shivani Shrivastav
They say home is where the heart is. I ask what if the heart is shattered Into so many pieces that I know not where they went Scattered in different directions. Even if I find them And put them together They will always show the cracks. Where is Home now? They say home is where love is. I ask what if love has fled, Hiding from reproach, Hurt and embittered, Not knowing where to turn, Afraid of blind alleys Where is Home now? They say home is where you are Whole. I ask will I ever then be One, Being pulled in so many directions, Unable to do anything but simply flow Along with whatever current guides my life. I have lost all bearings. Where is Home now? Home oh home! Is it in the eyes of strangers, In the gently falling rain on my head, In the sun-dappled hills of a faraway town, In the rays of the setting sun, Or right here, Next to You?
Shivani Shrivastav is a a UK CGI Chartered Secretary and a Governance Professional/CS. She loves meditation, photography, writing, French and creating.
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