A long way from home

For the marooned astronaut

Home is a small blue spot

A sailor who lost his compass

Will call the nearest land home

For the secluded prisoner

Home is the letter that will never arrive

The faces around the bonfire

Is home for the man away from his tribe

The thoughtful philosopher will say

Home is what he has not learned

For the meditating monk

Home is a promise called heaven

For lovers living apart

Home is where they last met

Home is different for everyone

A place where we are buried alive

Mercy Killing

If my pain is like a cave

I am buried deep inside

With nothing left to crave

Death was standing beside

They took my ring while I slept

The visitors looked at the floor

Nobody said bye when they left

No one cared to close the door

Paralyzed eye lids will not close

Staring at an indifferent world

I will die with my eyes open

I waited for them to pull the plug