IT MAY SEEM LIKE HOME
by KIRAN MAHARAJ

It may seem like home, when you’ve lost all 

direction and you 

stop where your heart tells 

you to. When your smile— white, with a hint of 

cigarette staining, 

is rarer by the 
 

day. When your passion is lost, replaced by 

a mundane new world; all of your paintings, 

thrown in the bin. All of his poetry hangs 

on the walls, though. Is it home, when you have 

given yourself up 

for his narrative?

IT MAY SEEM LIKE LOVE

 

by KIRAN MAHARAJ

It may seem like love 

when my heart swells a 

thousand times over, the 

sound of your voice causing 

warmth to flow through. It 

may seem like love when 

we talk until the wee hours 

of the morning, anxiety 

finally eased and my cold, 

still body finally rests 

for as long as it needs. It may 

seem like love when I 

only speak of your kindness, 

compassion, innate ability 

to be nothing but good. It may seem

like love, when I keep your heart 

   at bay, because I know that you 

         deserve the world; I could never offer it

                                      anyway.

AUTHOR BIO: 

Kiran is an MFA student in Creative Writing at Emerson College. He can usually be found wandering around Boston, writing on his phone.