home

now 

it is not far off..

i have come closer..

this road my legs walk upon

in the next left turn

like the river 

that carries a boat into the sea 

with  motherly love

will drop me at the doors 

of my home 

yesterday

my house was closer

to the fingers of my dreams 

that travelled upon the bridges of my memory

nonetheless,

the way home is nauseating..

buses, trains and autorickshaws

only eat up the distance..

but the pain

on the road lingers 

as the silence   in the room

corpse lying in its middle...

now,

with only two steps ahead

and in front of my eyes

my home 

is the farthest from me

than anytime before

..

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is beautiful and heartbreaking...wonderful writing.

[Ed Hart]

i have encountered 'you can't go home again' in many variations...this is the best

[.]

. speechless by your brilliance, dear V., and yet again ... you're an incredibly gifted poet ...

. i live in my home ... and i haven't felt more homeless than today ... i had such an unpleasant start to the new year especially ... that i almost gave up on everything again ... but the anthology and all you guys are my saviours ... and i also realized just today ... that poetry is my home ... more than ever before ... and it is in the freedom of expression that i find my permanent residence ...