As many years of experience stand between
My age of innocence and me
I often wonder if the voices of my nascent world
Would appeal to me the same way as they did before
Whether getting that candy from Champak Dada’s
Sweet shop every Sunday would invoke in me
The excitement that the world of materialism
Has failed to deliver
Whether the colours of my home street
Generate the idea of familiarity and belonging
That cannot be found in the world of today
As I stand at the crossroads
With my heart pondering with nostalgia
Looking back at all that has been lost
I question myself if I would be able to
Assimilate in the home I once belonged to
As I stand in the present with
My memory still stuck in the past
I wonder if the colours of my home street
Bring back the same tunes that once filled my heart
Whether all that has been familiar once
Would give the ‘sameness’ again
Whether home is a place to locate
I often think to myself
As I stand at the crossroads
With my heart finding the colors of my
Home Street.
Isha Sharma
Kamala Nehru College, Delhi University
Isha Sharma is a third-year student pursuing Majors in English from Delhi University. She is passionate about the process of translating emotions into verses. She has completed an internship with The Indian Express. Her works, including articles and poems, have been published in The Indian Periodical, The Indian Express, The Feminist Times, Indus Women Writing Newsletter, and The Tribune (Student Edition). Besides writing, she loves to read, dance, and spend time with her family.
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