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Broken home



Been a year;
Missing homelands.
The end is near,
Where is my home?


Always in transit;
Lived a third of 21 years
in the airport.
When is my next flight?


The whole of me
builds castles among clouds.
Bits and pieces, I have


Why am I here
and also there?


The skies open
I am just
lost in the unbroken.


My home is everywhere, nowhere.
How do I get there?


No, I’m not mad
I’m just a nomad.
A soul left displaced.
What is this place?


“Welcome to Jakarta,”
said the attendant. “Goodbye!”
I stop running
My castle left unfinished
yet again.


If this is my home,
Who’s coming?
And who’s going to be there?