Thursday, February 3, 2011

My Homeland

In pensiveness and in subjectivity,

My mind hovers over the times that were…

When touch down is but an aerial feel,

My soul touches base in matters more than one

Of a childhood spent in games,

Of flowers and seasons in the rain

When running after dragon flies was a pastime too serious

To think of a career was all but tedious..

When running in the fields was akin to life..

Oh such were the joys of childhood alike

Today I have perfumes that smell and allure

But what is it about the smell of the land that overpoweringly endures-

In times of sadness it gives me hope

That little tinge of HOME as I know, is still within my scope

No matter where or how far I go, the touch of my land shall linger within me..

In joys so sweet & memories so fresh

I shall think of a HOME I never left.

In coming back to it, as lovers who never parted be..

Home is the smell of my lover I never left for thee

In corners and nooks I shall discover home again,

In a scratch here or a song sung there, I shall recollect it all with pain

Of friends and lovers, in loving memory they come all..

As my eyes delight in places that were mine,

I touch and feel and go back in time

When love and life stood still as time

As if for me waiting for a lifetime-

My eyes moist with the song of joy as I touch the land I never forgot,

Of friends and loved ones, just a whisper away…

Never shall I smell the same again

As I drench myself in my HOMELAND again

As the wheel of my dreams do a touch down on the soil of joy

Years of childhood come back at once

When the mind all at once rings in joy

My land My land I come…..all over and over again.

© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

( Image courtesy Google)


Addy said...

Homeland! Such a might word! In truth I never had one homeland where I grew up, were moving cities a lot! But I cherish every memory that each one of them has....nice poem!

S.R.Ayyangar said...

The pleasure of being nostalgic can be a stress buster, despite the fact that it is said that one should not live in past!

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Pratibha The Talent said...

nostalgic! I missing my home too.very touching poem indeed.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks so much every one :)

Purba said...

So much longing. I'm always afraid to go back, what if I'm disappointed?

Romeo Das said...

All I can say after reading your post is, that I am missing my hometown like anything now. I could relate to it completely. Beautifully penned :)

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Simply Ridiculous said...

Hmmm. Nice!!

Anonymous said...

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks again everyone..ya its a very sensitive feeling..have been away from my roots for a long time I know..Purba thats a very relevant question..I dd go back & like your fears I discovered that it is people who made up the place not the locale....

pramod said...

this is one heart moving narration.
very well written.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks Pramod :)

Dhanaraj Keezhara said...

My land My land I come…..all over and over again....

thanks a lots..

Vaish said...

Lovely writing Maitreyee! The word "Home" and "Land" are so etched together! The memories we hold towards our country knows no boundaries!!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Vaish & glad you could relate to it :)

Sourav said...

I miss my home all the more now! Lovely post, took me back to a lot of memories! :( :)

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

We all miss our homes don't we..the wistfulness continues..thanks for visiting Sourav

Rajendra Raikwar said...

Nice One