The ReturnA Poem by PratikIt 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 PratikAuthor's Note
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Added on December 15, 2011Last Updated on December 15, 2011 AuthorPratikRaleigh, NCAboutHello! 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..Writing
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