When Ganesha Comes Home...He never really leaves

  Turmeric Ganesha made by my husband Yogesh

When Ganesha Comes Home.....He never really leaves

There’s magic in the air before He comes.

The house awakens to bells and drums.

Flowers bloom, and little lamps glow.

“Bappa is coming home!” we know.

The kitchen hums with sweets galore:

Modaks, laddoos and one more.

Incense rises, rich and sweet.

Joy dances through each lane and street.

Then Bappa comes, what wondrous light!

Our little home shines warm and bright.

With folded hands and hearts set free,

We welcome Him with love and glee.

Morning prayers. Evening flame.

Every corner echoes His holy name.

Aarti, laughter, family cheer,

Somehow, somehow, He feels near.

For ten sweet days, sometimes eleven,

Our home becomes a little heaven.

Friends arrive, and families meet;

Prayer and laughter fill the street.

And I know He lives in earth and sky,

In every breath, in you and I.

The Lord has always been everywhere;

Yet these few days, we feel Him there.

Or perhaps it isn’t He who draws near;

Perhaps our hearts now see more clear.

For God was never far away,

We simply feel Him more each day.

But then comes the day we dread the most,

The day we wish would never draw close.

Since childhood, we have tried to delay

The moment we must send Him away.

One final flower. One Aarti flame.

One final calling of His name.

The hearts that welcomed Him with cheer

Now tremble softly through a tear.

But can the Infinite ever leave?

Can Ananta go because we grieve?

Can He who fills all space and time

Be bound within one sacred form?

Anaadi. Ananta. Without end.

Not one who comes, nor one we send.

The form dissolves before our eyes;

The Tattva lives, it never dies.

Perhaps Visarjan comes to teach

The truth we struggle still to reach:

That all we hold so close and tight

Must one day leave our sight.

We too arrive. We laugh. We stay.

We love. We live. Then pass away.

Like Ganesha merging with earth and sea,

We too return to eternity.

So love those dear while they are near.

Love without condition, doubt, or fear.

For love was never meant to bind,

But leave its lasting light behind.

The murti melts. The flowers part.

But Bappa never leaves the heart.

For He neither comes nor goes away.

He was. He is. He will stay.

So when we cry, “Come soon next year!”

Perhaps He smiles: “I’m already here.”

In every breath, in all we see,

In you, in me, eternally.

And when the drums grow still at last,

And tears fall softly as moments pass,

We lift our hands, our hearts, our voice,

For love remains, and we rejoice.

He was. He is. He will stay,

In every heart, through every age,

The eternal light, the timeless way.

Ganpati Bappa Morya 🙏🏻

 © Sukanya Yogesh (2026)

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