I miss a place far away,
I miss home
I miss those cracks in the walls,
The shade in my garden,
The still and silent afternoons
I miss the sleepy siesta
And my grandma,
The new bloom of winter
And the blinding fog
The dad I was dagger heads with,
And the rides he took me out for
My doting mom, my nagging mom
Feeding me, being the motto of her life
I remember how her veins would show up
Working for me
Huh! Did I care?
And the kid bro,
And his tantrums
When my youth carried me away
From the child in him
I miss those tired evenings
I miss being fed
Being loved
And a hand that ran on my fore head
I miss the idols we worshipped
The prayers I said
I miss my past
The present is but a burden
And besides that
I miss so many other things
Things whose shape
I try to feel in the air of this place
I wanna go back
I wanna go back home
I was an individual,
I wanted an identity
And look
Now what has happened to me?
10 comments:
story of most the people like me.
waaaaaah. reading ur blog aftr looooooooooooooooooooooooong time & loved dis writing. :)
only wen u go away from a thing/person, dyu really miss it & realise its value.:)
felt nice..
what me felt before 30 years..
it was a pain..
nobody to care..
nobody to trust..
life is a misery..
(plan for return back there..
but if anyone alive there!?)
Alas, such is life and fate.
I've come back to read this, I loved reading this again. It really is very beutiful. Takes one away...far away, if but for a few seconds.
Take care and God bless. Hope u are well!
I am great, I am gaping at myself in disbelief as I write this. But I am doing great! So, thank you. Keep coming back, I won't lose track of you, Anonymous.
I hope you are keeping well.. I think of you often these days.
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Take care, God bless and be well DM.
...so beutiful.
So lovely, always takes my breath away.
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