Homeless!!!
What is a home and where it will be?
Is there anybody out there?
Who can tell me what it is ?
Or perhaps, where?
Is a home, a constricted entity?
That offers an unbound personal space?
Is it a private Universe – that
Defines the boundaries or and of your physics?
Is it a paradox that is true – or
Is it true that it’s a paradox?
That exists only in theory and belief of the inmates?
If home is made of love,
Then is love such a fancy product
That demands, a price,
Several times more than its true value?
How come boundaries define freedom – and
Freedom can be found within boundaries?
Is the suffocation supposed to mean
The form and substance of free space?
Does your home perhaps know?
Better than yourself, as to what is good for you?
Is it one person, few or a collective clan?
Is it another inevitable hypothesis?
Like God for instance?
That is sustained by belief, rather than the truth –
And protected by the fear of blasphemy – than
The weak and cowardly, whispers of reason?
Are you a person who will accept unsolicited gifts?
Or one who will question whether you deserved it –
To claim later, that you deserved less or perhaps even more?
After looking through the truth
Through the prism of common sense, even if not reason?
Or perhaps one, who believes that questioning is just treason?
Is having a home, a precursor to civilization?
Or are the homeless - barbaric, only by that reckoning?
Isn’t it possible that a home is
The basic unit of mediocrity
That sustains and endures life
Rather than excel, change and evolve?
For better or for worse –
As long as there is no evidence
To the contrary - as much to it’s conformity?
If a home is always the best to happen
Than the lack of it – then
Who defined it and made it holy and sacrosanct?
Or summum bonum fountainhead of all that is good?
Then again who decreed it?
And by what authority?
Remember, it was not the valorous one,
Who could defend his cave alongwith its deserved occupants
Both material and human,
Who called it home!
Rather the one -
Who couldn’t and found
The only way to keep predators out
Is to call it a home and make it sacred!!
It was cowardice and ineptitude
That built a home than otherwise!
I would rather come home
To recuperate, rejuvenate
Revitalize and recoup
My energies to fight the war
Of conformity of my covenant
With my creator -
Than to get my wings clipped – in the name of care
My limbs tied in the name of security
My mind bent in the name of common good
And my soul truncated by love,
In the name of blasphemy and tyranny!
Indeed it is the blasphemy and tyranny
Of the ones who build a home than
The ones who are forced to dwell in it…..
Most of us live the most part of our life
For others’ dreams with
Concern and pride – than the
Least part of our own –
With guilt, disdain and apprehension!
I know, that
The ultimate freedom of a human being
Is from his/her home than
From anything else!
I still wait to meet someone
Who hails from the home of truth
Than the numbers
Who hail from
The homes of others –
The homeless!!!!!
