She nicknamed me "Home"
I asked her why she chose it for me
but she never answered;
nor did I push.
Years passed and things worsened
She left me alone to feel all pain.
I thought she would return to her home;
but may be, she was in search of a new home.
The name troubled me again.
The voice inside me questioned
"Why is she not coming back
when she called you her home?"
My mind hated her for getting away,
And tried hard to forget her in every way.
While my heart had the mind of its own;
It knew she would come to me very soon.
And then, my eyes found her
Her old laughter rang in my ear,
the same old smile made my heart flutter
But this time, she smiled for a stranger.
I realized that I was the home
which she lounged around in, when she felt low.
A shoulder to cry on, that's all I was.
I was her old home,
But it still gave me hope.
One day, may be, she will be back
Wanting again to be in that old home
