The Epilogue of Wanderlust: A Poem

The Epilogue of Wanderlust

 

Wanderlust etched in the calcium of her bones,
Sprinkled like the dust of pixies in the carbon of her soul.
Searching for a pair of arms and a soft smile to call them her home,
On the streets whose names she can’t pronounce where directions are written in a foreign dialect, she rummaged and roam.
Rummaged and Roam.

Hunting for a home latched in a heartbeat,
Ferreted around aesthetic avenues and the reminiscent ruins on the upper street.
But darling, you can’t make homes inside the hearts of people.
People are clouds,
Fluid. Ever-changing. Their souls wrapped in the kaleidoscope of shrouds.

Yet, the home you’re hunting for does have a heartbeat. It exists,
The keys to that house are the capillaries and the veins in your wrists.
Sweetheart, your heart is your own home.
Its rhythmicity is not locked in anyone else’s chest. It cadences inside your own.

There’s the hum of your favourite lullaby crooning under the rotten floorboards,
Maybe it has got some cracked windows, an array of traumatic recollections untold.
Perhaps there are muffled sobs hours past midnight on the cold hardwood floors,
Maybe a name lingers in those tear-soaked and mascara-stained pillows.

But there are memories adorning on your bookshelves,
Smells of biscuits and cinnamon, archaic typewriters, front porch swings and the tales they tell.
Balloons filled with helium of dreams sit on your mantelpiece,
Trophies shaped achievements stood align with passions and far-fetched fantasies.

Inside secret doors beyond the hidden ravine, there’s a chamber of mirages,
Purple trees, zigzag lines, sounds of the colour and embarrassing photos and collages,
Monsters spinning a ballerina inside that sinister music box,
Fingers crossed while walking alone on a deserted street, the menacing smile of your neighbour and hands shivering on the rusted lock.

They say, “Home is where the heart is.”
But they don’t tell you, “Your heart is your home.”
Darling, home doesn’t have an address. Home never had an address,
It beats 115,200 times a day within you. A beautiful ordered mess.

So when things become too much and you feel too weak to push the forward button,
Push the home button and you’ll realise how much you need yourself.
Because wanderlust doesn’t always have to end in someone’s arms,
Sometimes it ends in your own.
It ends in your own. ~ Enigma

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    1. Hey Dante! It delights me that you liked this piece. Thank you so much!
      Enigma 🙂

      PS: I have been offline lately and I would love to check out your new posts.

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  1. What a beautiful comeback poem! Magical, profound and pious I must say!😊❤️ Each line of this gorgeous piece brings tender smiles on my face. The intensity you showcase in between these magnificent words is unbeatable!😊❤️ Sweetheart, you need to know that you are someone I truly look up to! You’re absence lately made me feel kind of hollow from inside. But the loneliness has now been replaced by immense joy! You’ve come back with all your splendour and aura! Feels amazing to read from you after long!❤️
    Love
    Riddhima

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    1. Merlin’s beard! RIDDHIMA PENNER, I AM OVERWHELMED BY SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COMMENT! I generally don’t use caps much but this comment really made me emotional. Darling, this comment means a lot to me. I guess I am falling short of words but I just want you to know that I owe my deep gratitude to you for reading my posts on wordpress. I am just an amateur writer. However, this comment made me feel so special. Love you Miss Penner for supporting my poetry 🙂 ❤

      Your friend,
      Enigma 🙂 ❤ *wiping a lone tear off my face*

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      1. Riddhima, your comments make me delirious with happiness. I owe my deep gratitude to you for supporting me. Always.

        Loads of Love,
        Enigma 🙂 ❤ ❤

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  2. This was…I can’t even begin to say. Stunning. Normally I try not to include long lines in my poems since the longer it gets, the more chance the verse has to go awfully awry. But yours was magical. Nothing seemed too much or too little. I loved this !

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    1. Thank you so much! Poetry is something that touches you without using hands. Never fear to include those long lines as long as they depict the thoughts and emotions you want to express. Of course, they may seem a bit wayward but then, sometimes those wayward lines can bring a smile on a person’s face.

      Thank you for your appreciation. It delights me that you enjoyed the piece.
      Looking forward to read your work!

      Enigma 🙂

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  3. “Wanderlust etched in the calcium of her bones,
    Sprinkled like the dust of pixies in the carbon of her soul.”

    Seriously? You’ve got to be kidding me!

    Ohmygod E this is beyond doubt one of the best poems I’ve ever read. This piece demands to be felt and not just read infact, to be appreciated and loved! First two lines in and I was already in love and I’m not even joking. The message behind the words, the lovely and never faltering rhythm and the warm ending, all add up to a masterpiece.

    Stunning as always E!
    Lots of love – M 💜

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    1. Oh my, M! Glad to see you here after a long time. Your comments warm my heart with ecstasy. An ear to ear smile is plastered on my face after reading such amazing feedback.

      I am so delighted that you enjoyed this piece and were able to gauge the message behind it.
      I am grateful for your beautiful comments!

      Thank you so much, M!

      Loads of Love,
      Enigma 🙂 ❤

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  4. WOW..WOW..This is one of the best pieces of poetry I’ve ever come across on WP…The imagery, the message, the word painting…This is simply a masterpiece. I really felt this poem.
    I wish I could quote a specific line as my favorite, but I can’t. Every line deserves a praise.

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    1. Your comment makes me overwhelm with joy! It is a pleasure to get such great feedback from somebody who is so good at writing herself. Thank you so much for enjoying this piece. I am delighted that you liked the poetry.

      Enigma 🙂

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    1. Poetry hasn’t got any boundaries. It has not limits, it is infinite. I am delighted that I transformed your perception.

      Thank you so very much for enjoying my piece! I am delighted that you stumbled across my little space.

      Looking forward to explore your blog soon!

      Enigma 🙂

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    1. Oh Meenakshi! It delights me that you’re back on my little space. I am so happy that you enjoyed reading this piece of poetry.

      Thank you so much.

      Love,
      Enigma 🙂

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    1. Thank you so much for giving this little piece a read!
      It delights me that your attention span did not dwindle while reading this poetry. You made me so happy with this endearing comment.

      Thank you so much!

      Enigma 🙂

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