More than ten years ago, Asian Age newspaper published my poem titled ‘A Letter’. Just recently, I was sifting through some old papers. Surprisingly I fished out this poem.
I can still feel the same homesickness whenever I see a letter or e-mail from my home. The rustling of the papers is now replaced by clicks of the mouse. The sounds and feelings are upon me whenever I read and re-read the poem. I am reproducing the same poem below.
A Letter
A letter from home
Bites me in the heart.
Life as a want
Grows and grows
Out of its domain.
A letter lay on my desk
To be read again and again.
I read it again to imagine
My presence and answers
I would have given.
It is a complicated world,
Distance remains distanced-
The varied presence of lives
Around us, lie on sides
Etched fresh in minds.
My wants have grown day by day,
This world shrunk to the size
Of football, and those
Passing by seem closer, closet
To home, my honeyed-home.
About Me
- Sai Sankalap
- Bangalore, India
- Sai Sankalap works in a software firm and lives in Bangalore with his family. Writing has been his passion ever since he won consolation prize in an international essay writing competition. That was more than twenty years ago. Since then he has written poems, essays, and short stories. 'The Kashmir Affair’ is his first novel. He is also the author of a novel in two parts ‘Untoward Dreams’, and several Amazon Shorts. He is presently working on an international thriller novel and several short stories.
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