Dead Home

The silence of my house, 

Says alot to me 

Once as kid I laugh, joke and now weep

First I felt related, now swerved from house tree, 

I feel it is a funeral house

Everybody just cries and weep aloud

But there quietness in this home crowd

Dad, Mom nobody communicate, just sleep, 

Day by Day the wedding vows leak

I have tried in many ways,

To join a different stream in everyway

But the pressure is hard,

Even I was swept against my boundaries today, 

House is built by brick stones

But my house not any more a home

After all day work some place I would love to rest,

First, home is where heart seen best

But I try to avoid in hardened ways

My home is now become a burial place...