Home

by

Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Home is in love’s arms
In his eyes, in his passion,
In his thoughts,
In the words that he enounces
In the feelings that he carries
In his human needs,
His pain, his suffering,
His need for warmth when it gets cold
On long winter days and nights

Home is in love’s music
That which is stuck in his head for hours on end
In the poetry that he wants to share
But which he hides from the world

Home is in love’s rivers
Riding which both he and I
Will reach the ocean’s depths;
Filled with magical creatures and rainbows
All dancing to the pulls of both of our desires

Home is in love’s heart, each time it skips a beat for me
Each time he is reminded that summers give way to winters
And each time the night wakes up to dawns
Each time duty calls on him to create new chapters
And each time the mysticism calls upon him
To hold me in his lap
As gently as he would hold a rare crystal

Home is love
And love is where my home is
Home is love
And love is where I yearn to be!

Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a Primary School Educator in Mauritius. She writes poetry and short stories as hobby.