right now, comfortable

there are not many stars in the sky,

but there's light enough to make me happy.

the lost bounce in my walk has returned.

I'm in the middle of nowhere and I feel home.

home? I don't really know how I associate with the word anymore.

sigh.

maybe it is the Gayathri Mantra, flowing through winter warmth.

maybe it is my mother's fruit cream every Sunday.

maybe home is where monkeys barge through windows to steal mangoes.

there's a camel sitting in front of a blue door.

I see lavender trucks and limping dogs.

naked butts, wet grease washrooms and an antique shop.

there are no stars in the sky but there's wind in my hair.

the world is awake around me, the world never slept.

maybe I was the one asleep, all this while.

right now, comfortable with the quirks.

comfortable with imbalance. comfortable in my skin.