Oh I’m homeless, homeless in a home.
Four rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a hall
Yet I sleep, not alone but in dreams
a room for me and my insanity.
I don’t have a place to put my books
I don’t have a wall to paint all stories
I don’t have a floor to lie down naked
I don’t have a mirror to look into my eyes
I don’t have a pant with pockets—
to keep my pens and papers
So I don’t owe to stay back—
for anyone. I’m rootless on the road.
Oh I’m rootless, rootless on the roads.
A bag full of wilderness and brain full of no plans!
No directions, no maps—
neither sun nor wind can show me the path
I walk, I walk, I walk
If you find me, then find me interesting
Rent me in to a space to sleep
Dreaming all those wonder swings—
a bed of jellies that float beneath
A blanket woven of butterflies—
can you do it for me?
I’m not tired, I’ll take you for a walk
for I’ve been to places you have not.
Buy me a coffee, I cannot offer—
for I’m broke. But I can offer songs and kisses.
Will you go with me?
-Uma Devu-
Nice…
2 suggestions..
I don’t have a place to put my books…
“keep my books” instead of “put …” would b better…
I don’t have a wall to paint all stories
Adding “my” would b better…. “paint all my stories…” or “paint my stories…”
Keep writing more…
Thank you so much for the suggestions 🙂 I will surely consider and work on it more 🙂 Thanks a lot.
Wish I could get u that blanket woven with butterfly. But yeah m always with u . live our dream
Thank you bhaiyya 🙂
“Keep walking till you find him,
The one who will be your home;
And paint, on his skin;
For he will certainly walk with a lune.”
Beautiful 🙂
wow 🙂 the one you wrote, it’s beautiful too..
Thank you 🙂
Wonderful ..:)
So beautiful:)
Thank you 🙂