I've visited beautiful destinations
And celebrated stillness of time.
But my heart kept running.

Roads have been turned into refuge to adjourn
Diverging lanes have dumped turmoils of emotions
But my heart kept mapping journey, one after another.

Shaded from sunburns
And gaurded from the shadows.
My heart holds the pace in storms and rains.

Middle of the extreme glees and
unbearable agonies
When all it needs is peace.
Veiled from true and false
When rights seem all wrong
A place ever known as home
Where heart rests to stop.

Sometimes it's the beautiful morning sight,
sometimes it's the beautiful stirring song
Or sometimes it's the beautiful thrilled poetry
Where heart resides.
And luckily and rarely, it's the most beautiful person
Where heart beats in.
Where heart feels home.

©thelostpsyche

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