Arundhathi Subramaniam
Give me a home
that isn’t mine,
where I can slip in and out of rooms
without a trace,
never worrying
about the plumbing,
the colour of the curtains,
the cacophony of books by the bedside.
A home that I can wear lightly,
where the rooms aren’t clogged
with yesterday’s conversations,
where the self doesn’t bloat
to fill in the crevices.
A home, like this body,
so alien when I try to belong,
so hospitable
when I decide I’m just visiting.
what a lovely coincidence!. I just heard a beautiful musical rendering of the poem by aditi malhotra on soundcloud.com. It lets you enter the feel of the home. Thank you dear aditi for the performance. For those of you who love to hear it, please check the link below. https://soundcloud.com/aditi-malhotra-4/homes-musical-setting-of-poem-home-by-arundhathi-subramaniam
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