The Place I Might Call Home

The first time

I stepped onto your roads,

My heart was in shambles,

Terrified of all those previous encounters.

I pacified my timid heart,

Praying for you to be the one.

But I had been looking

Far too long,

Resting,

Then tumbling along.

I walked down your streets

In awe of your beauty

My heart still anxious

Reminding me of the times,

I gave it away too quickly.

It bruised my soul,

This last city

Too rash

My judgement on its greens.

It has been almost a year

I have lived with you here.

Falling in love with your tongue,

Acquanting your soul.

I recently discovered Sartaj,

Realising,

The thirteen year old girl

Listening to

Bulla ki Jana main kaun

Was destined to find

Her way up here.

Your loud newness,

Brings me solace;

Your quiet nights,

Glitter perfectly for these eyes.

Your evenings,

Feel like coming home.

Freshness,

With a tinge of the known.