Going ‘Home’

My tongue fumbles around Clumsily trying to speak Your language   I trip over it And find myself In the ‘FOREIGNERS’ line   Queuing with my western passport My provocative attire And strong accent   But you have branded me Burned your identity into me Giving me two faces Neither complete Both hungry For wholeness … More Going ‘Home’


I speak in a language Only doctors understand My letters melting Into each other In one confused scribble On a prescription pad   My heart bleeds Where my mouth speaks And my tears wash The blood away   I have not drowned, I remind myself   But I wake up To the sound of waves … More Subtitles