Homecoming

By Yashika Taneja

I stand behind the glass

And look down, look out

At the clean serpent roads

Sheltered beneath the trees

And the colourful houses stand

Draped in blowing sands

The orange turning brown

The yellow turning faded cream

There is a film of dust

On the cars of people’s dreams

The stillness of the desert city

Is broken when a lone car cuts through

I witness the breaking while

Sipping on my tea brew

Towards the other side of this road

Lies the main vein

Where cars are speeding past

To reach their destinations fast

I look at their march

Trying to spot a silver giant

Amid the parade of their roars

Not even momentarily bored

While my eyes jump from left to right

Red, white, black colours bright

I look and wait

And I start humming

Making my music in silence of room

On the glass my fingers drumming

And then it comes to the road

My silver giant gleaming

When I see my darling come home

My face starts beaming

I forget all about the road

The cars, the trees, the birds, the dust

My husband’s come home to me

To welcome him I run must

Suddenly the big world fades away

And my small world comes alive

When he enters with a smile

And lovingly hugs his wife

The evening begins to sparkle

The night becomes so young

Who remembers the scorching heat of the day’s sun?

A thought enters in midst of all

Tomorrow again against the wall

Behind the window I shall lean

To look at the still serpent black and clean!!

By Yashika Taneja