How do I go home?

18th January 2015

Why does it happen still?
After all these years?
The weirdness creeps in.
And the world spins.

You don't know which road to take.
How will you go home?
What is home?
Where is home?

In Calcutta?
In Delhi?
In Hyderbad?
In Mumbai?
In all the houses I've lived in?
Where all my loved ones live?
My mom's house?
Where my brother lives?
Where my beloved grew up?
Where my love resides?

Is it where I breathe the lightest?
In his arms?
In the pause in a poem?
In a tune's smile?

In me?
A place?
A place which is eternal.
Where I've often paused and rested awhile.

In all the lives I've lived?
Is it the body in which my soul lives?
Is it in a shelf in outer space?

I'm confused.
I wanna go home.
Where is it?

Auto pilot

Let there be soundlessness
Let there be silence of the pin drop kind
Let there be spaces filled with vacuum
Let there be a single white cloud hanging without rain on the horizon.

Conversations stuck in people's throat
Concentration on mindless games & chores
Covering every bit of time people have
Not even a gap, a slit, a crack
There's a lot on the autopilot's plate.

Unclosed Chapters

17th September '09

Unclosed chapters remain.

You don’t even know that they exist. And then one day, suddenly while you’re walking down the road or while you’re in the shower they’ll enter your mind with a flash. Detailed pictures, concrete words and you’d be catapulted back in time. The feelings shall gush. You’d be vulnerable yet not really threatened, but threatened, still.

How to shut the door on these figments of mind? How to be prepared for a sudden sneak in? How to close the chapters when removed from their space, time and people?