In this reflective poem, Debarati, amidst the twilight’s tranquillity, memories, and questions, embarks in search of a home – exclusively for Different Truths.
As dusk settles on the treetops My languid dreams perch on the sky’s bosom. Under the canopy, my weary eyes Look for yet another lost road. The highway lights blurred with the sudden rain. Yesteryears, look for shade under the banyan tree. A dilapidated house beckons me. Its corridor seems known to me Like some blurred memory with A layer of dust on it. A scorching city rests for a while After being drenched in a rainbow spell. The vehicles rush to return home As the night’s monochrome runs behind them. Their desires get entangled with the highway’s dust. A speck of longing here and there After the first right turn there, I will reach my house. With the same old question in mind: After how many travels can I Return to a home and not a house? The walls burst into silence. I watered my indoor pants. Water trickles down on the copper plate Just like pieces of night trickling down On the highway, vehicles are Running towards home. I rest in loneliness.
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