Passing by fallen, colorless leaves I recall my last visit to home When with nothing special at hand We had sought reasons to celebrate “Is our coming together not reason enough?” Asked eyes brimming with visible tears Doors were opened and shut Chair arranged and rearranged All were readily put together It seemed that the supper would last forever Empty stomachs and hearts were lulled We were all smiles and the fleeting time laughed Some photographs and a few memories Tightly hold on to this thread Though slightly tangled, I refrain untying For the fear of breaking and loosing Both home and myself. (Meanwhile, she arrives at where she presently resides Utters a sigh for all those she had dearly loved and lost “This too is home”, some insist Silently, she agrees, nods her head and moves on.)
Author's bio: Anisha Kaul is poet and a Postgraduate student of Masters in English Literature at Jamia Millia Islamia University, New Delhi, India. Her work is forthcoming or has appeared in the Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine, Visual Verse and Afflatus, among others. You can reach out to her on twitter @anishakaul9.