Home?
Sometimes I wonder,
If home is where I was born?
Or is it that apartment in Bombay;
Where I finally grew up?
Sometimes I wonder,
If home is where my family lives?
Or is it that room in ‘BB Block’?
Where I finally go to sleep
Every time life renders me an insomniac.
Sometimes I wonder,
If home is where I return to?
Once I am done travelling.
Or is it at that hotel room
In a strange land;
Where freedom greets me coyly?
And induced inhibitions are left behind.
Sometimes I wonder,
If home was at ‘Peace Valley’?
Where all friends gathered to celebrate life.
Or is it at ‘Doonga House’?
Where everyone is family,
Despite different blood.
Sometimes I wonder,
If home is a village, town or a city;
Even a country, maybe.
Is it just a physical location?
Or is it the sound of my Mother’s silence?
As I bid her goodbye,
And she smiles anxiously at the door...
Again?