The Oracle suggested the first section of this poem which became a collaborative poem when Pranab (in bold) chimed in.
Why ask where home lies?
Look out on the night ocean,
listen to its wings beating,
see how green morning wakes,
slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling,
in the vast silence of the universe,
and we are there.
Who knows where home lies;
We erased the boundaries long ago,
Only to be walled in by our fears,
Tired bodies searching for a place
For the soul to rest.
Home is but a distant dream,
Heart crying for a soothing touch—
Who knows where home lies.
Is it home, or a wanting, a yearning
for something ultimately unattainable?
Is home a place where stars fill the night garden,
where roses fill the day with scent?
Is it you or some other
who fits into the frame
and leaves no white spaces?
Is there such a place as home,
or is it hanging in the sky,
a star refusing to fall?
Home now is where
Ghosts roam the corridors
And the mind hallucinates,
Hearing voices where there are none.
Blank walls stare back
As invisible images silently float.
No one hears you speak,
No one sees the tears
Flowing dry.
Fie to the solace,
Home is where the heart is,
The heart can go back
Home again.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
A high five.
Nice collaboration.
Thanks. It’s good when the spontaneous response is the right one.
Yes, it just clicked. There was no plan for collaboration. This was fun, that would have been work😂.
🙂 Kudos!
So cool doing a back and forth like this. 😀
Sometimes the response to a poem is another poem 🙂
Wonderful! Hope more people will realize and imagine. Michael
Thanks Michael 🙂