Homecoming Poem by Ananya Guha

You will dissapear
wiping dust off my feet.
Your many sided desires
will take roots in a kind of homecoming
and celebration.
Your poise is what I need
Your tears I must understand
but you never understood that tears
were in the poems I composed
days and nights.
I was and am your nocturnal visitor
steeped in thralldom of sadness.

Writing my memories away
I found you like crescent moon,
like the whispers of autumn
like summer rains washed in hills.

You wound youself with hills of ancient times.
Day and evening mattered little to you.
You superciliously wove time into your being
measured it, and said, love is emptiness
all in void.

Come back to the gathering dust.
Homecoming.