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 ..here I come…..all over and over again.
© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
( Image courtesy Google)
18 comments:
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!
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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nostalgic! I missing my home too.very touching poem indeed.
Thanks so much every one :)
So much longing. I'm always afraid to go back, what if I'm disappointed?
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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Hmmm. Nice!!
wow...wow..wow...
Thanks again everyone..ya its a very sensitive feeling..have been away from my roots for a long time now...so 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....
this is one heart moving narration.
very well written.
Thanks Pramod :)
My land My land ..here I come…..all over and over again....
again....again....again....
thanks a lots..
dhanaraj
Lovely writing Maitreyee! The word "Home" and "Land" are so etched together! The memories we hold towards our country knows no boundaries!!
Vaish & Dhanraj..am glad you could relate to it :)
I miss my home all the more now! Lovely post, took me back to a lot of memories! :( :)
We all miss our homes don't we..the wistfulness continues..thanks for visiting Sourav
Nice One
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