For the longest time now,
I’ve been more attached to
window sills than people.
I’ve spent more nights on
park benches than in my bed.
I’ve talked more about
homeless dogs than home itself.
But, I still wonder - what is home?
what is this four lettered word about?
Is it people or places
or memories or feelings?
‘Cause, people are long gone
and places forgotten.
And memories and feelings
lie buried in a nameless graveyard.
Then, am I homeless?
‘cause they say home is where you belong
but I don’t belong, I wander.
Yes, I do have a house back in town,
and it smells of rotten humans.
My mom and dad lie in the backyard
and their photographs live inside.
Tamanna is a nineteen year old English Literature student at University of Delhi. She has contributed articles to ‘The Quint’ and ‘LiveWire’. She has also made contributions to online and print literary journals like ‘The Indian Periodical’, ‘The Writers Club’, ‘Bitacora’. You can find her on Instagram- @tamannaamalik