At times I feel
As alien
As the crows here
Looking at
Bored palm trees
Imagining paani puri vendors
A young poetess shares her experience of struggling between multiple cultures, tongues, and experiences.
Transfer of recipes
Through the phone
Make me nostalgic
And I’m almost tempted
To sniff the receiver
For the smell
Of soil after rain
News on TV
Remind me life
Goes on back at home
While I’m here
On foreign land
Missing
The annoying
Company of mosquitoes
My accent
Gives away
My nostalgia
I am torn
In between
Two lands
Two cultures
And two tongues
No three
Or is it four?
I smile
Amidst all the confusion
For my multiple personality
Is what everyone
Enjoys the most back home
With something
Different to offer
They look forward to
My arrival
The flight
Back home
Is a suspension
Between dream and reality
When I step On Mother Land
She waits for me
With arms wide open
And I’m not ashamed
Of the tears that fall
Into her lap
Our re-union
Makes the distance
And time spent apart
Worth while…
Keep blowing the Trumpet! This & many more stories await in the pages!
