For a wandering soul away from home,
The dreams about auspicious reunion,
With the place with familiar walls and possessions,
The calling from home is indeed a recurring one,
Which increases its grip on us with distance and time,
So does the speed with which your memory,
Gets distorted by romanticizing the whole process,
While there was a reason you moved away from that place,
Maybe it was to escape or build something new for yourself,
But, when does a home stop being a home,
You ask yourself as new possessions fill your new place,
The walls start looking familiar with new possessions around,
And when the auspicious reunion with the home finally happens,
You might feel that the longing did not extinguish but is reignited,
For my new place which you left behind to visit your old home.