Friday, July 11, 2014


Home is —
Flowers growing
from cracks on mossy walls,
Raindrops bathing
dusty window panes,
A milk moustache
and day-long pyjamas,
Footprints in autumnal quiet.

that do not fly away
at your soul’s footfall,
without jagged edges
that cut your fingers.

Slanting sunlight
serenading you on the porch,
All-season monsoons
that splash, spray and sway,
Greenness that drowns
out your blueness,
A meadow to graze your roots.

Arms that aren’t afraid
to embrace
your aching brittleness,
Hot chicken soup on stormy nights,
Stars that sing lullabies,
Sunrise at midnight.


KParthasarathi said...

That is a beautiful poem homely and comforting.
I came to your blog after a very long time.
I read all your poems written after this.

Jinju S. said...

Thank you! Yes, it's been so long! How are you?