No home

The only sound in the mind is
whistling of blood flowing head to toe

The only line in the rhyme is
wait , and walk again , Hero !

The only air i breathe is
one that is moist and is slow

The only feel i have is
that there are thousand splendid suns

The only thing i know is
that i have loaded all my guns

The only pain i want is
when a heart blasts and
when a head burns

the only water i drink is
that comes from two seas apart

The only thing i do is
hold myself and split in million parts

The only time i write is
when i am happy or
i have angst

and i know i am loved not for
who am i but
how are my text

So let the words roam
in my mental Rome
So let my rhyme sleep
with me in my dome.
Because they have like my dreams
No home , sirs !
Because they are like my dreams
and are alone , Sirs !