the leaves have fallen
the sky seemed ashen
a whiff of the breeze
put things at ease

gasping for words
from chirping of birds
estranged silence
viewing from a lens

vividly ostracized
from the world surmised
hoping for a voice
wanting for a choice

i see chains around
holding me to the ground
longing for homes’ bed
a shoulder to rest this weary head

this is an old poem. this was written at a time when nothing made sense around me. i just wanted to give it all up and go home. but then, a few months later i found my home.

i love you mahal. you are home.