Monday, May 26, 2008 by Indrajit
Home---- A journey
Sunlit poured through the windows where danced the dusts folly,
reflections of a vagabond mind, then ,glimpsed every cranny,
the satin that touched the heart and wiped the dusts within,
and through the haze, in a trance, I see a Home Coming.
The familiar smell of spices and pepper,
that seeped in the palate from a kitchen faraway.
i felt near the warmth of the hands, that stirred the mind pleasant,
Take me there to my Home, to the lost smells nascent.
The pranks a little, the silent love,
pampering a kiddy and then a little shove,
My study table's dust stil lays thick in dismay i see,
and to sniff my old books once , to the Home now I must be.
To the Home , i must return, lest the flowers wither,
and see myself anew again, beneath the same old mirror.
Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c) reserved 2008
Sunlit poured through the windows where danced the dusts folly,
reflections of a vagabond mind, then ,glimpsed every cranny,
the satin that touched the heart and wiped the dusts within,
and through the haze, in a trance, I see a Home Coming.
The familiar smell of spices and pepper,
that seeped in the palate from a kitchen faraway.
i felt near the warmth of the hands, that stirred the mind pleasant,
Take me there to my Home, to the lost smells nascent.
The pranks a little, the silent love,
pampering a kiddy and then a little shove,
My study table's dust stil lays thick in dismay i see,
and to sniff my old books once , to the Home now I must be.
To the Home , i must return, lest the flowers wither,
and see myself anew again, beneath the same old mirror.
Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c) reserved 2008
jiioooo jiiiooo darun ..!!
It realy made me feel and remember the pleasure and pain of my on home comings after several months ..!!
so well wriiten
the feelings pouring the nostalgia
very nice write wid an amazing feel to it
so well wriiten
the feelings pouring the nostalgia
very nice write wid an amazing feel to it
well done indro....very well said....it's really nostalgic....you just took me back to my hostel days....i always desperately wanted to visit home at every oppertunity.
....you have been stolen by the Time flashback myth... that painful , mad and no hope Game....Of course its about NostalgiA !Is that a feeling? a illness? or a human beeing composition??......I still dont know.....
khub bhalo likhis maeri tui,,,jioooo...ghorer kotha mone pore gelo.....
Really nice to read ur work after such a long time :-)
I like the nostalgia that it creates and the detailing that u have pointed paints a picture in front of the eyes...
keep going :-)
made me smile wid nostalgia
u will dear...that too very soon... :)
My study table's dust stil lays thick in dismay i see,
and to sniff my old books once , to the Home now I must be.
................
:) beautiful..
Wow, Indrajit, this is a true homecoming poem. I can see the spiritual meaning of this text, which is to return to the simplicity of things. The flow and rhythm danced in unison and conjured the images, sounds and smells perfectly.
A standing ovation to you!
Lovely expressions!
Nothing like the feeling of coming back to the place you grew up :)