When I miss home…


Continents and oceans separate me

From my motherland, it’s not easy

To pack my bags and fly home at

The mere drop of Nostalgia’s hat..


I head to my kitchen where the pantry

Has Indian spices in plenty

I cook an aromatic meal and the fragrance

Satisfies for home a longing intense


To break the monotony of my attire I explore

The depths of my closet where lie ignored

Artistically woven silks, heavily embellished

Draping ornate sarees is something I relish


When I feel anxious or perturbed I need

A dose of spirituality from my roots indeed

I head to the shrine at home; light incense sticks

And chant holy verses, my angst gets an instant fix


Although music from any part of the world can heal

When I hear Indian music, I cannot help but feel

Closer to my birth country, the notes that I hear

Transport me in my mind to the land I revere


When nostalgia strikes and I cannot get away

I collate everything Indian to get through the day

A place is immovable, but culture can be

Transported across land and sea

No matter where I go, a way I find

To incorporate my culture and nourish my mind

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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