Home is where the heart is
Moving place to place, this one is for the Nomads
They say ‘home is where the heart is’
But I’m a Nomad, so?
Does that mean I have no heart,
Because there is nothing I’d like to own?
live in a suitcase,
Forgot my toothpaste
But my mind is fresh
...Out of ideas
Today’s a new day
…Another due date
And one less coffee
On my desk
My laptop is where my home is
My pen is where my heart is
What I want you to know is
There’s many homes for this artist
A fireplace,
not far away
From joyful idle chatter
Under my nose
On to my ears
Where new ideas gather
And then, my wife
Those magical eyes
The whole world stops when I’m looking at her.
Home is where the heart is
Even a nomad can tell you that
Not necessarily where your start is
Not always stowed in apartments
Even when times are the darkest
Your loved ones will always show you:
Your home, is where your heart lives.
About the Creator
Nafiz Mostafa
Hi! My name is Nafiz (Call me Fizzle) and I'm just another millenial who quit their job during a pandemic...
It's been a year since I've started putting my writing out for the purpose of providing value through my personal experiences.
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