HIRAETH

Beyond the plane of existence

Far away in lands unknown and places unexplored,

Is where my soul takes me

To feel pure, belonged and free.

It feels nearby yet nowhere to be found

I never called for this veil of imagination

Unveiled by my mind,

I settled down to pen this bizarre yen,

Which overwhelms me every now and then

A desire for sanity

In the thick of unbridled insanity,

All i think about are

The royal greens, edges of precipice, endless sea and wild nature,

Sparkling and scintillating with its paramount stature.

I do not know if this is my destination ,my final home

Are these the colors missing in my life so monochrome?

The monotony of convention bores me now,

The luxuries meant for pleasure are just for show

They don’t make my house a home,

Where I sit all alone.

Am I searching for a person or a place?

Where will i find the ultimate solace

Somedays the nostalgia hits me like a wave,

Contemplating so deep , old days is what i crave

Did i feel belonged then,

Or felt nothing at all?

The verity of life breaks me from these reveries

Of lands, hills and farm with small berries,

They say poets feel too deeply, so i do agree

For I write all I feel to make my mind chaos free.

Amidst this daily burden of toil

And shards of turmoil,

My mind longs for something

Deep hidden in passages of time,

Recollection of memories,

Or any ancient preserved treasuries.

Frustrated I shout in a want to catechize,

“What am I homesick for?”

“What does my heart yearn for?”

“What is this undeterred faith?”

A voice echoes “My child this is your own hiraeth,

 your own hiraeth.”