Confession of a drunkard..Homeward Bound

It’s time to head home.
Time to awaken the feet
From their slumber.
They are groggy,
misdirected by the confused mind.
One foot steps on the other,
Then retracts, as if in apology.
The mind wants to sleep.
Like an exhausted kid who
Hates to be awakened from his world of dreams
And screams in resistance.
The cobbled sidewalk
Rises in undulation,
In my salutation?
Or is it in contempt?
I am not sure!
The road appears to loom suddenly
Out of the darkness of the night
And walk past me.
Has it come to take me home?
Or away from home?

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at

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