samira wafiyah
@wafiyahsamira · 2:31
Home is not four walls
You can soothe their sorrows and can never share your pain maybe, just maybe, home is not four walls but a person who feels like home. Where your tired soul can rest where you speak without thinking where you react without worrying where you are never judged where your words are not required for talking or to express yourself where you can set your heart free maybe, just maybe, home is not just four walls but a person who feels like home. What do you think about this? Do you?
Nidhin George 🔷
@geo_rhymes · 1:19
Hello, Samira Moraba, and thank you for inviting me to chime in on your swell. First off, let me say I was profoundly beautiful. I think there was a poem that you recited. Well, I'm considering it a poem, and it was a very graceful and beautiful poem. And the things that you've mentioned, well, they're oddly relatable, too
Dharmin Chanda
@bombayblues · 0:55
Hey, Samira. Like, you very rightly put up. Home. Definitely home. Four walls and to articulate just that, I have a little something to share. Let me know if that coincides with what you think. Home is not merely four walls but an embrace a sanctuary where finds its space it cradles hearts with love tender and deep a refuge where weary souls find salads and sleep in its warm embrace. Joy and tears unite for home is where compassion's flame burns bright
Might sound absurd to some, but, you know, in my personal opinion, rather than putting that responsibility and expectation on someone else, perhaps doesn't always guarantee the best results, I want to be that person for myself who makes me feel like home. If that makes sense. Okay, I'm going to stop laughing now. Bye