The Return

The Return

A Poem by Pratik

It has been so long,

So very-very long…………

Ages ago I had lived a dream,

In the sea of reminiscence,

I hear old memories scream.

 

Today I take off at last,

To go back where my universe was born,

To unearth a buried story,

A place, far away and forlorn.

 

Leaving behind a grey black kaleidoscope,

A residue of fast lanes and fast lives,

A carcass they call a city,

Of phantom men and humdrum wives.

 

Like jagged rocks they rise,

The matchbox buildings and rickety skyscrapers,

In this charnel of lost souls

Love annihilated in a condom wrapper.

 

Back to where the Blue Mountains sleep,

On Sundays the old church bells chime,

A river romancing the virgin shores,

My empyrean of country songs and nursery rhyme

 

The dust swirls beneath the rumbling wheels,

Speeding road siphons into the thin air,

The radio playing its afternoon blues,

Angst creeping into the heart, cold and bare

 

I left you at home years ago,

The ‘come back’ calls held at bay,

But as I come back, a question haunts,

Do you still feel about me the same way?

 

At last I smell the soil, moist, fresh and ancient,

What a concoction of emotions its fragrance brews!

Just wait for me a bit longer baby!

Because at last I am coming home to you.

 

© 2011 Pratik


Author's Note

Pratik
i am writing this one after a long time... Hope you people like it :)

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woah....some bits are just mindblowing!!!!!
''phantom men and humdrum wives'' brilliant line
''Love annihilated in a condom wrapper'' super awesome
''A river romancing the virgin shores,
My empyrean of country songs and nursery rhyme'' my favs...
Just mindblowing


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You are one of the best writers on here, I don't think many would argue with me on that. Superb. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This poem is fantastic. I love how you compare being trapped in memories to being trapped in the city. While the liberation of love that lets the writer be content in the moment is found along with the "soil, moist, fresh and ancient," in rural nature.

My favorite line (purely for its poetic expressiveness):
"A river romancing the virgin shore"
priceless. Keep up the good work!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nicely written with great lines already mentioned. You have a nice style of writing. Well done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this poem a lot. Life is a wild and crazy journey. Funny part most of us end up back home again. The memories of home bring us back. Great description made this a amazing poem with many situations learn on the road of living. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


A wonderful use of metaphor bringing vivid images of the city, to the country and the wonderful news of your return to a love that I am sure awaits your return eagerly. Fabulous skills! Keep it going!


Posted 12 Years Ago


This is amazing. I like how you detailed this return in an emotional and dark way. Being away from the ones we love can be just that. Excellent descriptions as well in this. I love this poem Aaran. Thanks for sharing xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

like it. it reminds of the song that Adele did: Home town glory.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the last line, "Because at last I am coming home to you" that line brought past memories back of a time I was waiting on someone ...and another time ...someone was waiting on me.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

soil and its moist smell in the monsoon rains always makes me nostalgic...this was a beautiful read...a journey to the past...lovely!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

woah....some bits are just mindblowing!!!!!
''phantom men and humdrum wives'' brilliant line
''Love annihilated in a condom wrapper'' super awesome
''A river romancing the virgin shores,
My empyrean of country songs and nursery rhyme'' my favs...
Just mindblowing


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Hello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..

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