Take me home

To the warmth of my mother’s arms

To the comfort of my grandma’s lap

And to the wisdom of my father’s words

I have too much smoke in my lungs

Too many tears in my eyes

And it’s getting worse

Take me home

To the bed in which I can sleep like a child

To the streets where I learned to drive

And to the skies where I flew my kites

I have too many stories to tell

Too many thoughts to process

And it’s getting worse

Take me home

To the inside jokes between my friends

To the girl whom I once loved

And to the games that I used to play

I have too many words to write

Too many miles to travel

And it’s getting worse

So please take me home

Where I don’t need to smoke

Where I don’t need to cry

Take me home

Where I can tell all my stories

Where I can think over my thoughts

Take me home

Where I can scribble as much as I want

Where my journey would finally end

Published by Jaydeep Bansal