Imagining Imaginations

I feel your presence

Even if you are not present...

I imagine the imagination

Of our precious timeline...

I cry in my hands remembering 

You all night...

With blurry messy vision 

I wait for your station, replay myself in your hands...you are my family 

You are my homeland...

I can settle on here but empty without your care

Can This long way disappear 

With some superstition or prayer...

Feels tough, rough to pass these long years...

I am tough maybe... But can't handle my mind's fears... 

Where are you from?

Am I all known?

Can our hometowns match the ways?

Where I am from? 

Here's no one.

I miss you all the nights and days...

Can we belong? 

With positivity all around?

Can we stay long a merry?

With an unending ROPE of hope and a LONG LASTING STORY ? .....

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Don't want to understand the understandings that people want me to be understood...

My understanding is yours 

Where Only US belongs ...