missing home

I have been carrying this in my heart for a long time. So much so that it has started hurting. And I want to get it out, so that the heartache stops. This about me. about my real home. Kashmir. As I think I know it. rather should know. But I don’t know, whether I can call it my own also or not. ~~*~~ There was deep heartache I had Not so long ago. Why was it so? I never knew. Until not so long back, I realized Perhaps it was my genesis Unknown to me, That was hurting, So terribly. Oh so, deeply. Home I had Now too have. But amiss is something Here. Real feelings and emotions For one. These are not me, Not my people, As I have know Life stands scattered Some here And other there. I thought I had lost Home. Its beauty. Glory and paradise. But then I met my people, Here itself Who came from my land. And in their eyes, I found The beauty, joy and Happiness Of my land. Something I thought as lost Was still here beside me As mine. And found I hadn’t lost it. The smile and the winks The voice and feelings Oh they were so real! All mine, yes mine they were. Will ever be. Home was found again. Not to be lost again. Yes I am saying ‘Who said I lost home? Think again, Kashmir lives in my heart.’ Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 02:58 AM PST   0 • 1