No bricks, no walls, to bind me within,
Nothing luxurious , no furnishings,
Where seasons don’t matter, nor rain or shine,
Where things stay put and seem exactly fine,
A place where memories are pocketed in rooms aplenty,
A place that spans across wide territories,
A place where past, present and the future alternate,
And ruminate in interesting ways before they dilate,
A place unbound by spatial constraints,
Where I’m free to be both a sinner and a saint,
A place that lets me travel in ways I imagine,
Lets me escape away from all the din,
A place that lets me be me,
My mind, my home, is always a loved place to be.

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