Saturday 6 December 2008

Homecoming

Clutching the endless fickle dreams
Close to my bosom,
I sit.
As though waiting for someone dear
My eyes stray
Into nothingness.

I hold the rain in every drop
Of my soul.
And as the fresh aroma of dawn
Shakes me awake, Frantic,
I search for traces
Of waterlogged dreams.

In the warmth of the sun,
I bask,
On summer noons.
In the vicinity, I find
The melt of my dreams,
Gleam as waxy mirages,
Lost.

Once again, wide awake
I listen,
To the melody of seamless waters.
As the salty moist breeze
Embrace me,
My senses dissolve into a silent murmur
And I hear the call,
Of the forlorn heart.

The symphony of a sweet homecoming
Cradles a new splurge,
Of Life.

And I weave a handful of fickle dreams,
Once again.


15 comments:

  1. Ur heart is out in this poem
    such a beauty
    God bless and loads of love :)

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  2. "And I weave a handful of fickle dreams,
    Once again."

    Lovely words. Beautiful. My heart felt very good, very peaceful after reading this! :)

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  3. wow--really nice! I can sense the anticipaation of home sweet home!

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  4. Beautiful, heartwarming and as always, very you:)

    "Waterlogged dreams"

    Love that usage!!

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  5. nice play with words...keep writing

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  6. @shalu
    thanks so much! yeah, mah heartz out here too :)

    @tara
    am glad it did :) thanks a lot!

    @Mys Lyke Meeh
    thanks so much for the read!

    @Usha mema
    glad! i like it too much that its gotten to be repetitive. hehe..thank you!

    @Dinkan
    thanks so much for the lovely note!

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  7. vey soothign rendition.
    It's gr8 to read ur poems whn at tiems I read Ah Poetry..
    :)

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  8. "In the warmth of the sun,
    I bask,
    On summer noons.
    In the vicinity, I find
    The melt of my dreams,
    Gleam as waxy mirages,
    Lost.

    Once again, wide awake
    I listen,
    To the melody of seamless waters.
    As the salty moist breeze
    Embrace me,
    My senses dissolve into a silent murmur
    And I hear the call,
    Of the forlorn heart."

    Simply beautiful. There is a right dose of emotion in these lines. Portrays a sense of relief in coming home and that defines the mood of this poem.

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  9. @ Indrajit
    wow :) a pleasant surprise, this visit here! thanks for dropping by and thanks for the lovely note!

    @ Trinath
    am glad u liked it :) thanks a bunch for puttin it down in words too! :)

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  10. such a beautiful write...loved it totally...

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  11. @ evanescent flower
    thanks a lot! glad to hv ya stop by :)

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  12. this is a very "you" poem...nice play of words, effervescent and lovely...

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  13. Came to your blog after a long time and could hear the symphony of a sweet homecoming. Liked it.

    Ity

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  14. thanks a lot abhijit :) glad to hv ya here!

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