Paying guest

Far away from home

I am here under the roof of somebody else’s home

With a bed and pretty balcony 

But it doesn’t feel like home. 

The framed photos gawk at me

And I stare into their eyes

I touch the plain surface to feel their warmth

But nothing,

Nothing except the feel of ice. 

Far away from home

I am here under the roof of somebody else’s home 

With all the sky I need for my flight, 

No-one cares about what I do

And maybe deep inside that bothers me. 

That mayhem I lived with

I never knew how comforting their memories would sound to me

The only balm to my restless soul

Far away from home 

Far away from their succoring hold. 

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15 thoughts on “Paying guest

  1. Loved your poem…There is no sweeter place than own home…I’m staying as a paying guest too, though only for a short while…I kinda miss home at times, but I somehow love living all alone in a single room..

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    1. Most of my writings are not imaginary. I write what I feel.
      And for the record I just moved to another city for my higher education. And that’s why this poem.
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      BTW, thank you for reading.

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