There lives my ‘Home’
Delicate folds of origami,
Intricate and intriguing,
An epitome of shelter,
Where the heart begs warmth,
Cocoons my ‘Home’.
Tantalizing aroma
Satiating a need,
Finger-licking juices oozing love,
Where hunger finds an oasis,
searching corners of a well fed ‘Home’.
There lives my joys and sorrows,
Securities and insecurities, under locks,
Sometimes nature and nurture do revolt,
Over a maelstrom of undefined boundaries,
I may call it ‘Home’.
A stormy gust of days,
Blinding a whirlwind of months and years,
Entrenching oodles of memories and dreams,
With people drifting apart as seasons rear,
Folding the edges of that origami,
into an existence, ‘My Home’.
Living your destiny,
In the dancing shades of light and shadows,
Basting pickled jars of hope,
Savouring slivers of my heart,
Where laughter melts into challenging tears,
You can call it ‘Home’.
@2025 Papia Ghosh (Pal)