A Place called HOME

They say “Home is where the heart is,” so where is your home? Mine…I don’t know.

Hi my name is Maya and I need help in figuring out where my home is!

For 10 years I thought I knew where my home was and now I seem a little lost! No, I do not have amnesia and I am not kidding. Well here is my story!

Sitting in my room, all alone, on a cold gloomy day, I can’t help but think of a place called ‘home.’ A place where I belong. Being married for 10 years and single for more, I sometimes long for HOME! Being young and in love for me home was where you were…my heart was with you and yours with me.

Now that I’m older and wiser, what was once my home, is no longer mine. I see strange faces, people and memories I can’t relate with. So, I decide to look for my home…a place I call home.

I look everywhere, can’t find my home. I start focusing on myself. I work on myself, my work and yes I am and will always be a work in progress. I find friends, family, friends like family…but no place that I can call home! I am with friends, but still lonely. I know I’m not alone, I’m lonely!

I sit here on a cold, dark night; I hear a voice withstanding the wind, trying to deliver words. I hear your voice…calling me from afar. My heart trembles, I want to hold your hand. Who are you?

Why is your voice calling me? It brings a tear in my eyes. Does it answer your question of why I’m crying? Your haunting voice envelopes me, I am lost. How do I find you? Who are you?

It could be stupidity, your voice is familiar and it brings parts of memories I cannot recall. I want you to notice me, come to me. Is this a dream or are you real?

I don’t care anymore, I know it is YOU I want and need. You are my home…my place I can call home. In the desert you are my oasis. Your voice is louder and my heart pulls me towards you more. I want you to come to me or give me a way to come to you.

I may not know where home is or has been for you but I will tell you where home is for me….YOU ARE MY HOME and all the decisions and choices I make now, will only make me come closer to you.

Have you seen the Sky?

“Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky!”

No, I’m not reciting the nursery rhyme…these lines popped into my head as I stared into the sky at 2am.

Have you ever looked at the sky late at night, when everyone is fast asleep, no soul on the street and no sounds from anywhere? I did this last week and trust me it changed a little.

I am not the philosophical types; definitely not a deep thinker…but have you ever seen the sky post 2pm?

All alone with just a few stars and clouds to give it company, the sky still feels lonely. Not a single bird or plane in sight, it spreads through the vast universe covered in stars…stars that hold secrets. Secrets that they share, the sky and the stars.

Looking at the sky, made me realize…we all look for beauty everywhere else; but have you seen the sky post 2pm?

The sky reminded me of Vincent Van Gogh’s famous painting, “The starry night”..with the stars, as radiating orbs spread across the sky with clouds swirls. The sky doesn’t know how many stars it holds, each star bigger than the other and yet they all live harmoniously together…so why can’t we live like the stars?

Now, I am no motivational speaker, or a Tedx Talk speaker, but have you seen the sky post 2pm?

It somehow soothes you, makes you realize that you are brave and strong! You have come a long way from where you were and that the sky is the limit and the stars are always there to guide you when you feel lost. Just how stars shine brightly, so are you shining brightly in your own way!

I am not a writer or a poet, but have you seen the sky post 2pm?

The beauty of the stars can make just about anyone a poet or a singer or even a writer. the silence all around and the massive sky in all darkness with just a few stars twinkling, makes you realize that even in pure darkness, there is light, there is hope and we just have to find that and never let go!

With music playing in the background, my mind takes me places in my past…now, I am not depressed, anxious or troubled; but have you seen the sky post 2am?

The stars are at home in the sky, it took me back to my childhood home, all the decisions and choices I made since then and where they have brought me today. All the houses that were once a home to me and now are just places in memory. I know I will never regret any choices I made, for they made me who I am, a star in my own way, in my own sky!

Like I said, I am not a philosopher, but have you seen the sky post 2pm?