Forlorn puppies hunt through the trash in search of food Incessant honking pounds my eardrums Putrid hints of smoke and diesel followed by the overwhelming stench of rotting trash scorches my nostrils Uncontrollable spice followed by sour lassi irritate my tastebuds Dirt rests in the barrier between my feet and the floor
Bejeweled saris radiate from neon lights Quiet mantras echo off the walls of the yoga studio Aroma of fresh baked dosa weaves up and down streets The wetness of one pomegranate kernel refreshes my mouth Slippery canary yellow kheer oozes out of my fingertips
Uprooted Time and time again Transplanted from my comfort zone To a new place where I have no friends Shipped off Away from those I love Forced to start over from scratch In a new and hostile living environment Thrown out Kicked to the curb Sent sprawling to the pavement Isolated once again from all I'm used to
Is it any wonder I'm messed up? I've got nowhere to call my own I've been forcefully torn away from Every place I've ever called home
I saw a therapist the other day. He said I have adjustment issues. I'm inclined to believe him.