Tuesday, 11 October 2016

I think I have lost my home...


I think I have lost my home...

Laughing with my friends playing hide and seek, when love was pure and friendships sweet,

Somewhere in those lanes, I think I have lost my home...

When the days were gloomy and the nights were dark, and yet there was faith and hope in the heart,

Somewhere in my grandma's stories, I think I have lost my home...

Getting clean and dressed for the Sunday prayers, lining up to get my prasad's share,

Somewhere on the way to the Gurudwara, I think I have lost my home...

Taking to the stage to collect my prize, when I was proud and the apple of everyone's eyes,

Somewhere among that adulation, I think I have lost my home...

There were also days when I couldn't be consoled, when everything seemed dark and without hope,

Hidden somewhere in my mother's lap, I think I have lost my home...

The songs we sang and the tunes we grooved to, the ones that took you to a world so new,

Somewhere in the lyrics of those songs, I think I have lost my home,

And there you were sitting by yourself, listening to all but not eager to tell,

Somewhere behind that smug smile, I think I have lost my home...

Then there were dreams that made you fly, took you far too far into the night,

Somewhere beneath the wings of that flight, I think I have lost my home...

And then you came to be tested by fire, making something new from an old pyre,

Somewhere in trying to forge and carve, I think I have lost my home...

So far away in a place so foreign, where everyone talks in ways too strange,

Somewhere in that awkward conversation, I think I have lost my home...

Nomad I feel is what I am today, one moment here and the next away,

In all of this life's hustle, I think I have lost my home...

And yet there is something that brings me back, every time I feel I'm losing track,

Your love, your care, a bond so deep, that wakes me up when I want to sleep,

You provide me shelter and keep me warm, and bring me back to where I belong,

Somewhere in that loving embrace of yours, I think I have found my home...

16 comments:

  1. This is amazing! Lived every bit of it ... So touchy poem :)

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  2. Thats bful!
    You ll always be the star of the family!

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  3. Oh my god..amazing..beautiful.Touched the strings..really. But believe me many lose its very early in life and never find it again.
    Feeling so nostalgic though..
    Really ..too gud ..beyond words

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  4. Very well written harki... Nostalgic... Reading this poem I wish I were still a child...

    Prerna

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  5. So true... Very well expressed ..

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  6. Hi Gudiya, you are a darling. Feel good ever and always. Love.

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    1. Thanks Mamiji... love you too :)

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    2. Heart touching. The grinding of life let's you reminiscence the ever changing world of bondings and it's experiences. Love you papa

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  7. We always associate home with the place where our mom is. Isn't that amazing. Just that now that we are mothers, its on us to make this house feel like home :)

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    1. That's true ma'am. A mother's love is what makes a house a home :)

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