this silence.
deciphers.
homelessness in your absence.

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homelessness is a place
a hollow hallway
going through the depths of your heart
and it aches
it pricks from the edges
it oozes out an inpalpitable
an insidious pain

when you leave a home
in hope of another
with every change your body goes through
this hollowness deepens
until it starts consuming
the whole of you
until you start realizing
that once you leave a home
you dont get another
and you become

just
homeless

even while you're sitting under a roof.

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"How is one supposed to cope up with the feeling of not truly belonging anywhere or with anyone? A certain kind of homelessness."

"It's a privilege to feel that way, because it says that you are in a journey to finding where you truly belong. Homelessness is not a static feeling, it keeps you wandering and searching. You are in a constant adventure. People who don't belong anywhere, they belong everywhere in bits and pieces. Born travellers, the only way they end is by ending up in finding themselves. Their unfiltered versions.
Believe that you are a traveler, and you won't have to worry about home. Flow with the fleetingness, become air. Believe, you are heading towards a home that never fades away."

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The homesickness,
your absence
created for me,
marked chaos
in my life.

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Or maybe
I got a bigger home
A bigger outlook
A bigger hope
Of finding love
Beyond attachments.

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Cacophony so loud.
some from past. age old.
some from rising storm.
deep into heart.

Emotions and feelings.
colliding. shouting so loud
struggles to come out.
tearing the heart. into pieces.

The midnight. less serene.
dreams are now nightmares.
I wish to run away.
for i no more bloom here.

The walls here. around
are no more mine.
I need you. to be my home
Swaddle me in thy arms.

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and finally i have a word
for what i've almost always felt.
the dislocation, fragmentation
withdrawal, alienation, it all
steamed from a sense of
homelessness.
yes, homeless.
that's how i've always felt.
not in terms of places
but people.

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The homelessness,
your memories
created for me,
marked infinity
in my life.

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Living in your etceteras
is a different feeling altogether;

Neither you get the thought
of over attachment
Nor I,
Of
Homelessness!






~Rhymester

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