Missing Mom

What happens when you are home without your mom..

Oh dear!its really not a home ..I can bet ..I have all things sorted ..and my life feels consorted

People love me in all ways..but still this haunts me like a few relays

None leaves me alone....but there is some misery in my tone

Food ,without her,never tastes the same..who asks for ,there is no one to blame

Move and breathe the air are my few tasks...left no mood for me to unmask

I seek a vacay or am already tired..amidst the schedule thats already hired..

Sympathy do i seek to my guardian help..Wait..can i hear my own yelp

Am addicted or keep myself in the Wifi Prison..stealing or losing time,only if i could listen

Far things allure me more ..for near things i ignore

This isnt  real..cos i have a secure feel

Bold i am,for am doing well...just need no one to order or tell..

She is my responsibility now but do i live upto thou

Lost in thoughts of her is my new pleasure....these are few days which i could measure..

Am bridging the gap between generations..maybe this is just a thought for the coming foundation..

Missed is you or me from myself....
                             
                                                    ... maybe this is just a thoughtless narration..