I miss the dust of my streets
I miss looking at the mellow morning sun
I miss my mother’s lap
I miss crying till my heart’s at ease all alone in sultry afternoons…
The river would have washed away the temples I had made with wet sand
I miss staring innocently into the infinite unknown
So much used to be unknown then
Unknown, Obscure and yet to be achieved
I’m going home
My tears have waited enough
But it’s been so long
I’ve forgotten the way back
Someone tell me where home is…
13 comments:
indeed there is nothing like home... i miss mine everyday.
beautiful poem yaa...and castles run over by the river..scary..!
Who's that girl in the pic... is that you?
now tats lovely and very cute :)
n ya a reminder "sorry" for the previous post's comment.
blogrolled u..God bless u... miss sunshine
Agree with all of you, there is no place like home...but I meant home more in the metaphorical sense than the literal sense...it's not the 'i-stay-in-hostel-i-miss-home; syndrome
Home is the place to which 'I' belong.
where i am at freedom the breathe my own life...live my dreams...make castles in the wet sand.... :)
& @ soumya
it's me...after a heavy bout of editing tho' :D ;)
& dream catcher
thanks :)
@ your's entirely...
this poem? u found it cute? ;)
needn't say sorry yaar...my heart has forgiven ya :P LoL!
beautiful poem :)
home is where the heart is ;)
Hey thnx fr dropping by my blog. I have been away for a while, so kind of late in replying, I just saw ur commnt.
If ur heading home, like the 'real-existing-home' .. enjy to the max .. nothing like it ..
but of u talked about finding the solace or peace .. I fear .. I am searching too .. are there direction newhere ? .. lol
helloji..
beautiful work..
i miss all those lunches at home that i had rejected..
i miss the home made remedies for cough..
i miss the sense of security..
and most of all i miss the without-any-reason happiness..
wrth a thought...
strong expressions...
I love this.
Someone has been diggin up the old posts aye!
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