Is There Home Anywhere ?

Sitting beside you maa after months,

Talking about things, memories and us

But still, I didn't feel like home

I was at our house, with you and papa

Everything was the same as before,

My childhood picture in the dining hall,

With d's paintings and that watch at the same place

You were cooking roti in the kitchen

And I was cutting salad, talking to you

Like the old-time, I and Papa sat on the ground to eat together

And papa still waited for me to finish

Nothing changed,

But now I don't feel like I am home

Why?

All that time I was thinking of

My house in a different city, where I have been shifted a month ago

Dreaming that there I belong, my home

Like last year when I was here and thought about my old house

But maa, that old house where I used to live

I had decorated it, according to my taste

Like I have always dreamt if I ever have a house

But still, those four walls, covered in motivational quotes about life and success depressed me

Whenever I played music to soothe my mind, those walls hit them back to me reminding me of loneliness

And I didn't feel like I am home anywhere

I think this is the tenth or eleventh time

When I changed my house

Decorating each house different than the last

Changing quotes, reading motivational books, meeting new people,

And every now and then meeting you

But I feel home nowhere

Why?