Thursday, March 17, 2011

HOME...



Lofty high hills,
Pastures green,
Wide blue sky,
Beside a concealed spring-
Is a home for me standing still.

My heart runs there
To find ethereal peace;
That pours like rain-
Amidst sweet swift breeze,
Against a bamboo shield.

When my heart is hurt-
It calls me in,
Giving me company, I seek,
Of happy times, it sings
Full of dear memories.

Tired and broken, due to world around;
That's when it holds me tight.
Filling the gaps tearing me apart,
It shelters me with all its might;
Barricading the stupid pain.

The soft heat of a peeking sun;
The falling leaves of maple trees,
Remind me of my tiny abode
In the cool zephyr of Autumn's niche.
A place, I feel as wannabe.

Home of my childhood;
Home of my dreams.
With my mother waiting with open arms,
Its the prettiest home to me.



-VAISAKHI MISHRA


p.s.-for people who have to stay away from their actual home, their parents....maybe due to work studies or whatever reasons...."heaven where our close ones stay"....

11 comments:

  1. Hey, Hi
    what more apt a time to read this.... :(

    but the way you have penned it is good, nice...does bring back memories...
    :)

    Regards,
    The Silhouette...

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  2. @silhouette-dont worry time will pass n u ll be back in mumbai wid ur close ones soon...:)...glad u liked it....n well this is finally not dark..:))

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  3. Did you write this for me! :D
    Just came back to my home for a 3-4 days off from work, and this is the best I could read around this time now! :)

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  4. @sourav-hehe nice...well u cant consider this one to be 4 u then...:)...glad u liked it...:).....n welcome to my blog...

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  5. I liked this one ! Reading this poem, I'm transported back to our IV time...gosh you know what all happened there that at times I was missing home more than usual...felt like you wrote this poem whilst there only !!

    Nice read :)

    Take Care.

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  6. Well I read the ps now...but hey it can suit anyone ain't it..and its a coincidence my new poem is also based on similar lines it's just the condition of people waiting for them back home :)

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  7. @fatima- glad u liked it...n well ya it cane suit neone....but i got the idea by seeing our hostleites so....:)...n hey plz dont remind me of wat happnd in our iv...:P

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  8. Really enjoyed reading this loved the last stanza
    Home of my childhood;
    Home of my dreams.
    With my mother waiting with open arms,
    Its the prettiest home to me.

    Started following you

    http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedicated-to-my-five-brothers.html

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  9. Lovely poem, Vaisakhi. Enjoyed reading this sensitive poem.

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  10. @jim-:)....thanku so much....n welcome to my blog...:)

    @abhishek and sulekha- thanku 4 ur visit n read...glad u guys liked it...:)

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