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.



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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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