Home is where the heart is
But,
The people around me,
My body,
The space around me
Is not something I can call mine.
All that helps me stay afloat are
The fragments of the eroded stone
That occupy my chest
Surrounded by the flood of emotions
Flowing through my veins;
Red hot anger, grey melancholy and the dim blue of helplessness.
Alas, they turn into shrapnel
Digging deeper like anchors
As my breath turns slower
Until, any fight that resides within to keep me centred
Disappears with every breath I take
---
I.
I hoped to find a home within you
Build something we could always come back to
Your smile having the potential to wear off a long day
Giving me respite for a minute
Or two.
But now I know,
I am just a badge of honour,
Tokenised
Yet lacking any reverence given to trophies.
Unlike something you earned,
That you cherish.
Although I know,
I had no say
It does not change that I am trapped here playing house
Day in and out.
Waiting for the seconds to perish.
Pinned under the arms of a spouse
As the hopes of finding home within a lover's embrace dwindle
I somehow espouse
That prison is also a room while many do not even have
Shelter
---
II.
My body is a temple
I worship it with fervour
But why is it that when it turns ample
They say it has to turn into a home
They cajole,
Tell me that I have been bestowed a gift,
Sometimes they aggrieve, a life for a life
I listen,
I agree.
And all that are left are the echoes of these murmurs within my womb
Hollow like an insincere prayer, spoken without commitment
For unlike having the right to choose my religion,
I have failed in worshipping
Me
---
III.
Marched in to claim their land
Took up arms against our nurturing hands
Saying that they have reclaimed
What is theirs
Yet all I ask is
Can’t my future’s nest
Form a part of the history
Of this place?
But all I feel in response
Are the thorns on the bed I lie on.
I learn to not feel, not hope
Nor have a say
Because after all
Who is listening?
I am just an occupant with no claim to lay.
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