The end is a continuity.
You’re inside my room
Welcome to my quiet refuge
Enveloped in intricate hues
There are soft pink wallpapers, draped in blue
Floral patterns enchantingly woven
In a labyrinth of emerald leaves
The crystal decorative pieces sparkle
With the bygone love, laughter
And grief
A fortress ornate with delicate embers
Of memories
A beautiful little telling place, neat
with stories of fall
and grace, it is home.
Is it home?
Often, I wonder—
How home, has only been a face?
How many times, I’ve known home?
How many lives across multiverses?
How many blessings, and karmic curses?
Am I a home too?
And if yes, then whose?
A cosmic instance or divinity’s expression
A free verse, a rhymed metre
Or just some scattered words strung together
Puppeting the creator’s might
I dance to the pull of his strings
Hidden from plain sight
These strings, their iridescent pastels
Much like the hues in my room
Pink teacup, white saucer
Time seeps through
A crumbled jam toast
And the eternal musings
Dolloped in the evening tea
Deliberations over the ever-entropic eternity
A wonderment that haunts much as it comforts –
How many homes, in how many spaces
Are yet to be homed?
Appears in —
This issue is a curation of poems written by the participants of Ayaskala’s Poetry Writing Retreat held in March, 2025.
Self Portrait —
Created during the retreat, this A5 self-portrait is a visual echo of the poet’s inner landscape.
Aayushi Anand
Aayushi Anand has been writing since she was quite young. She has been published in an anthology of poems called Inklinks alongside some critically acclaimed writers. She’s also the narrator of the audiobook A Spy in China available on Spotify with HTSmartcast. She’s a banker by profession, and is based out of Delhi.
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