Time to leave home

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
When the words choke in the throat
And you do not speak, lest
A tear, held back, may fall
And burst the fragile dam –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you do not turn back
To look at the old door,
And even the old peepal tree
Looks accusingly at you –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When all the riches of the world
And all your efforts to win them
Look stupid, and you wonder
Whether it was really worth it –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you wish you had not bragged
Of your success, and when you wish
You could turn the clock back
And do as your heart had wanted-
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you realize that your home
Would never be the same for you,
That you will forever be a guest,
Always a stranger there –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When all the books and the clothes
That you do not pack
Look away from you, and act strange
When everything starts looking out of place –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you promise that you would be back soon
And tell yourself that you mean it,
And you see your mom struggling
To believe you –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you look past your old scooter
And not wonder whether its tank is empty,
When you do not avoid your dad, thinking,
That he would send you on another errand –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When your friends do not rag you
And suddenly turn all sensitive,
When your sister stops hating you
And your kid brother is no more a demon –
You know it is time to leave home.
 
When you tell your mom that distances
Do not matter, that it hardly takes any time
To reach anywhere now-a-days,
When you try to convince yourself with these lies-
You know it is time to leave home.
 
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2 responses to “Time to leave home

  • Vibhu

    Very poignant indeed! Profoundly touching!!
    This reminded me of that famous children’s poem – “If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone”!
    kya khub likhate ho Abhishek – isi tarah likhte rehana Colombo mein bhee!
    V.B. Arora

  • Senthil

    Delhi blues or Allahabad blues, moving from a place called home always opens the emotional floodgates, you can only find solace in reliving those moments in memories, and lucky you that you can translate these feeling into poetry for posterity

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