Sunday, November 16, 2008

From far away my home is calling

From far away my home is calling

I feel the pain, it's so deep

I hear the sound from inside

My heart is weeping loudly

 

I want to go home, but my home is far away

I live here to work and work here to live

The smell of that land, the warmth in the air

I miss the feel day by day

 

Life is monotonous

Nothing is Charming

I am living on expectations

To visit my home one day

 

Gone are those days

When I roamed in my home town

Passing time in parks and

Eating out with friends

 

Now though there are friends

They are far away

And though there are parks

They are lifeless for me

 

I have to go  home

To see what has changed

If nothing has changed

Then why had I changed

 

I was watching full moon

Spreading its light inside my room

Through the windows wide open

Though my mind was wandering in my home town

 

Suddenly it came

Flashing in my mind

It is this moon

Whom I watched from my home

 

Memories mellowed out

I was still feeling the touch

The window is still open

And the moon is still there.

 

Hope gives us light

Light is still coming 

I enjoyed watching moon 

He is smiling at me.

 

1 comment:

rm said...

renjith as usual u have beautifully expressed your thoughts and its a lovely poem. the reader too feels the pain and yearn for home.

but the truth remains that there is no go back..when u finally reach back home..still u yearn ..

its same moon, same breeze and the same sun..feel at home wherever you are coz its in your heart loved one lives.

changes are inevitable and u can only go forward...