Home Will Never Be The Same Again

All our lives so far our parents kept us strung to their cords,
Always protecting us, and often unintentionally neglecting
our need to face this world alone.

All our lives so far our parents kept telling us we are strong
and independent enough to live alone when required,
while also wanting deep within that such a day never comes
when they cannot be beside us.

All our lives so far we have been pseudo-independent,
and pseudo-strong and one fine day, we stepped out
of our transparent bubble, which was rather our ozone
since the time we were born.

What happens next is what we never expected from our lives,
but something that our parents' silent cries fail to show us;
that 'Home' will never be the same again.

We face new things, and with every new day, we need them more.
But the irony is, when they do come, we do not approve of their ways anymore.

We meet new people and make a family of our own,
But the irony is, you'll always call them your family first, no matter what age you grow.

Hurdles come and pass, so do good times,
Memories appear, reappear and fade till their translucent,
Yet the best time will always be those spent inside
the ozone of their love.

From 'staying' at home to 'visiting' home,
From our home to mine & parents',
Life shows us many instances of how a branch
broke out from a tree and became a tree of its own,
yet the new tree has in it the resins & gums of its parent
and so will its new branches and the trees to come.

The circle may probably never end.
Each branch breaks out to become a new tree,
each home gives way to newer ones.
But within every new home will lie the translucent memories of
the days when our lives were strung to our parents' cords,
only to remind us that
Home will never be the same again.