Hiraeth (n) : A homesickness for a home you cannot return to , maybe which never was , the nostalgia , yearning and grief for the lost places of your past .
Of all the luxurious spas and tourist destinations
I hoped to return to our mediocre abode
Where I would be welcomed by a genuine smile
My presence for once appreciated , while
soft indie spoke of your loving arms
Into which I would fall asleep, disarm my insecurities,
fiction aside , dream about reality for a change.
Wrapped me in your incandescent warmth
like a loving mother , food sans preservatives
Moonlight evading through minuscule threads , banished
the monsters we created under our beds
Soothe without the animosity underlining social
networks , connected with the stars instead.
Agitated soul replenished and satiated unlike
the brittle ones worshiping technology, fast lives
like catalysts rush us over the process ignoring its depth ,
so we fool ourselves of the dreams lurking in the corner
soon to be caught , yet to be found , so we become nothing ,
nothing but success-craving drug addicts , social hierarchy
gives most the high , all I wanted was simplicity
from this cryptic demise . A balcony providing
clarity other than polluted skies , a bathtub to drain out
saccharin coated lies , walls that embrace rather than
close in , meditate just by breathing in
the characteristic aroma of one’s home.
Of all the human inhabited infrastructures that are possible
I hopelessly wished to resurrect my past , procreate
a world that once was , decreasingly sublime due
to the effects of time , perhaps for once ,
we could be spectators of life instead of
victims , just this moment we could feel like
our existence is not to survive ,but to belong.
A location cartographers cannot seem to place
Imagination brought forward a placebo , acceptance
thrown out the window , we don’t need saving
My wretched mind rambles about a memory so non-existent ,
of a home I knew I didn’t possess , but an alternate universe said otherwise.