upon these ruins, i try to build a new castle..
maybe of mud and sand, but good enough to be a home...
where i can reside wholeheartedly, heart n soul....
to which i can turn to whenever life threatens again...
my own safe haven...
with walls colored of beautiful memories,
and happiness marking the morning bliss...
but little did i knew that it will blow up so bad,
and that too because of a little wind...
uprooting with it the ruins of its existence,
leaving me unsheltered to the conflicts eating me away...
and now i am bereft again
of a home for my soul...