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


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Splendid read. Very well written. Enjoyed this piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This grabs, I got the 'deep' sighs with stanzas 5 and 6... the fresh air is just a-blowin' in!
*bird*

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I loved it. The lines run perfectly togeather. Hope to read more by you!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Vow! An amazing write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Welcome back!!! I absolutely love this!...Sheer Perfection!...You have taken my breath away, once again... :)
"At last I smell the soil, moist, fresh and ancient,
What a concoction of emotions its fragrance brews!" ~ Nice! :)

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Pratik
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Raleigh, NC



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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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