I intensely yearn
For going back home
Like the school going child waiting
For the last bell to ring.
That summer
Heat wave wasn’t more tormenting;
Tears felt prickly rather- so was
The fire on daddy’s pyre.
It prickled my heart so much so that
Blood turned into tears but
Held back at the choked throat.
With him, all I held closed to my heart
Turned into ashes- burning always;
The house became lifeless;
Hopes turned into heaves and
Dreams took the shape of despair.
His empty chair created a ghostly void
That even after four summers
I feel it ruthlessly after me.
It echoes in the entire house and so does
In my heart, my soul, my entire being.
I rush home- at a distant past
But it’s unreachable every time.
My home- at a distant past holds
Innumerable memories;
I rush Home
To find the old me and all that
Held the essence of HOME, but in vain.
For, the void has taken its place.
My home calls me in.
My heart longs for the same
But home isn’t home anymore!
And, hopes turn into heaves,
Dreams despair.