21st Century Home
A brawl at breakfast and a kiss at noon.
An unreasonable argument and a stretched debate.
A fight that started ugly but ended soon,
“Home” was always a person that understood despite the dire state.
An unwelcome guest asked to leave,
A fight to stay while the host was not hospitable,
“What you seek isn’t here and this isn’t a place to grieve!”
The tears meant nothing, unrequited love was a trait that was deplorable!
Hours together and hours on call,
The words never ended, the rush seemed perennial.
A whisper of rumours and it came crashing with a fall.
The tears meant something, as a breakup usually leaves either in denial.
Self proclaimed reasons and the attached commitment issues,
A bee had better sense of loyalty but it was set to be an example.
Trying to fill a void by using innocent feelings and collecting unlawful dues.
The tears didn’t exist, many hearts were broken by yet another “Freestyle” vandal.
Far away from all of this, lived a simple being
That only dreamt of a person called Home and a life with ease.
That sought a childish brawl at breakfast and at noon, endless kissing.
Neither a “Home” nor able to find one, the person ended up in others’ list of AirBNBs.
Raghavendra B S