No, it is not the enclosure of those four walls
where I return to after my office
but, that corner where I spend my solitude
No, it’s not the place where I used to live
But the person whom I used to hug
No, it’s not the person whom I used to hug
But the tears that trickled down his cheeks
which made me feel like I am back home
Or may be it’s just the dog
Who would listen and just listen
To my endless doubts and queries
No, it’s not the dog
But his innocent pristine eyes
Which would stare back at me
Reflecting my emotions without saying a word
Or may be it’s just the letter, a letter of a friend or of a lover
Describing the nitty-gritty details of his life
Or may be it’s just the kindness of a stranger
Or my crush’s smile
Or may be it’s just the candid emotions of my drunk husband
Or may be it’s just an open notebook of thoughts
Whose pages keep flipping by the gentle zephyr of memories
Or may be it’s just the face of my mother, of a soulmate, of a storyteller
That can see right through my skeleton
And pinpoint the fracture
And what if I say that it’s just the absence
Absence of all these emotions
A void in my heart
What if I say that’s my home
Whatever it is, whatever it be
Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me
“I am just homesick”.
P.S. Just follow your heart! There is one on the lower right corner ;)
