“Exile”

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“Exile”

The wound of exile refuses to get healed.

The ghost of one’s nostalgic past,

And the fairy of glorious future, designed

A division that refuses to get sealed.

 

I think continually of wanderers

Who went far and wide in search

Of the mirage called “home”,

A piece of land that one calls one’s own.

 

Irony is that no true “home” exists

Anywhere in the bounds of mind.

It is built, demolished and abandoned

To the storms of vagabond passion.

 

Isolation, inner or outer, will coexist,

No matter how far you go. She knows no border,

No human is foreign to her, the enchantress

Of alienation will bewitch you,

Haunt you and embrace your heart.

 

I think of those who wander in exile,

Perhaps they had to choose between

Death and life, And they chose life in exile.

Perhaps they had to run for sanity.

 

Their owned world turned hostile.

That insane world didn’t spare their smiles,

Didn’t house their self-esteem, and

Chased their aspirations and dreams.

 

The exile of place is better

Than the exile of Life, thought they.

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