What is Home?

Written by Mekhla Ray

A home is where my heart belongs,

A never ending strive for imperfections;

But is there any such “home” for me?

Does "this home" exist in the realm of humanistic existentialism?

Is it a place where one can breathe in and breathe out calmly?

Is it a place where one can confide in recklessly?

Is it a place where one can laugh without looking like a recluse?

Does a place like this exist?

Maybe it exists, a figment of imagination for some ,

A reality for others;

Maybe it exists for me too ; yes it does exist,

In real life.

The silent reassurance between the fringes of communication,

That smile that keeps one moving forward,

The hope that lingers even when they are not around you;

It exists ;

A home is where my heart belongs,

A never ending strive for imperfections.