The Horizon's Gentle Curve

The home I seek, no fixed address can claim,
No four-walled structure, built of brick and stone.
It lives within, a softly spoken name,
A personal horizon, truly known.

It is the feeling, carried in my soul,
Of quiet belonging, steadfast, strong, and deep,
A inner compass, making spirits whole,
The silent promises my heart will keep.

Though journeys lead through landscapes far and wide,
And distant cities beckon with their gleam,
This inner horizon, where my hopes reside,
Remains a constant, like a waking dream.

It curves with me, through every changing scene,
A gentle presence, guiding every stride,
A tranquil solace, vibrant and serene,
Where peace and comfort endlessly abide.

It is the knowing, in my deepest core,
That no true wandering can lead astray,
For home's true essence, I will always store,
Within my spirit, lighting up my way.

This gentle curve, a boundary undefined,
A portable haven, wherever I may roam,
The truest solace for the heart and mind,
A constant, quiet, ever-present home.

It symbolizes peace, a deep, abiding grace,
A timeless comfort, in its steady glow,
The very essence of this cherished place,
Where love and solace endlessly will flow.

- Khushi Kaul