Messages arrive, they make me ache inside,
Every letter that comes asks me the same thing:
When will you come home? When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you, this home feels empty... hollow.
Messages arrive, they leave me restless,
Every letter that comes asks again:
When will you come home? When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you, this heart feels empty... hollow.
Oh... oh... oh...
This heart, empty for so many years,
Once hollow and lifeless,
Began to glow
Like a house lit for Diwali
The day someone arrived.
Doors awaken at the sound of footsteps,
Morning is born from someone’s turn in sleep.
In my loneliness, I keep wondering
If the moon will someday descend
Into my courtyard.
The lucky one asks,
The earring in her ear asks,
The ritual plate of the fast asks,
Even the red henna on her hands asks
When will you come home?
When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you,
This heart is empty... hollow.
Messages arrive, they make me ache,
Every letter keeps asking:
When will you come home? When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you, this home feels empty... hollow.
Oh... oh... oh...
Ask the tears glistening in these eyes
Is separation ever easy for anyone?
I left behind a praying mother,
For whom this land itself is a mother,
Dearer to me than anything else.
Someone once whispered softly, “Come back.”
“I’ll keep watching the roaddon’t make me suffer.”
Sleepless nights,
Unspoken words,
Unfinished promises,
Even her memories ask me
When will you come home?
When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you,
This heart is empty... hollow.
I miss someone deeply in the quiet of nights,
Her wrists are still soft like silk in my hands.
She rests on my lips like poetry,
Flows through my veins like love itself.
The girl who once played with dolls
Her dolls return to haunt my memories.
In every casual conversation,
It is always her who appears.
My beloveds,
The streets and marketplaces,
The letters and the wires,
Even my friends ask me
When will you come home?
When will you come home?
Write to me, tell me when
Because without you,
This heart is empty... hollow.
O passing wind, tell me
Will you do this one favor for me?
The one who left me behind,
Could you help me find him?
No path, no street
Has yet crossed my way
That could erase this distance,
That could erase this distance.
He took away all my youth,
Left tears behind in my eyes.
A story I will repeat all my life
Such a story he gave me.
O passing wind, I beg you,
Swear you won’t make me cry like this.
Tell mewhere do I find a heart
That can accept this farewell?
I will return.
I will return.
Back to my village,
Under the shade of love.
From yearning eyes,
Into waiting arms,
Along the roads of home
The promise I made,
I will fulfill.
I will return.
I will return.
I will return.
I will return.