Every time I visit a new place
I am asked where I am from
Now, how do I tell them
That I have lived in so many places
Sometimes, at the same time
Some physically
Others in the reality of my day dreams.
That I have lost count.
Home for me nowadays
Is easily accessible nostalgia.
For most of my life I have lived in
Government quarters,
Where everything else, but the home itself
Belonged to us.
Then there were the journeys
And displacements, college was one place
University was another. And then
Jobs took me to places where
Evenings were long and
Seeped in a yearning for a Home.
Well, I am from everywhere
And yet from nowhere!
Meanwhile I adjust, adapt and rebuild
And keep curating memories
In all these places that I find myself in.
And one day,all these will melt and mould
To one singularity : A house
Which will conjure- meaning, Memorabilia and dreams
And that, I will call my Home.