Poem: My Home is your heart

Home is where the heart is, they say. For me, my heart is where my home is. My home is your heart.

Some day, you will open the door. But I know my home, like all birds who fly away. It is your heart, my dear. It is. I shall wait, till one day, you shall open the door.

Poem: My Home is your heart

You look down and away, as your dark tresses sway.
Something tells me that you won’t let me in.
Don’t you know I was just getting to my home?
Just before you close your eyes.
Just in time, like how birds return to their nest.
A safe place, a place that is filled with warmth and love.
Where there are only the two of us.
Just hanging near the honey beads
Cozy and warm, like the fire hearth in snowy weather.
Today, I stand right in front of you, the front of our door.
Yet, you turn away, without any words.
I stand there, shivering without a word
Will a moment come — a single silent moment
When our eyes can meet, the door opens a crack
For in your heart, behind the lids of yours
There is the spring garden and the warm hearth
The place I call my home.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023