foreign land,
in shades of
grey, blue and brown
wide roads,
black coffee,
alien cleanliness
silent, smooth trains
signboards devoid
of spelling errors
the perfection
offers no amusement
or warmth
what is this place I say
no bazaars oly,
no cows on the road also
english breakfast
on my plate
I used to like continental once
but now I dream
of idli dosa,
of dhabas,
and of bollywood songs
floating in
from next door aunty's house
I cant take it anymore
home beckons
wait wait, I'm coming.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
amma
your words,
my bible
your voice,
comforting
hand-woven love
soft fingers,
that speak of
wisdom and grace
your toughness
and your
incomparable strength,
that I absorb
your thoughts,
that I worship
your advice,
that makes me think
you fill me with
the love you radiate
And I'm ready
to take on the world.
my bible
your voice,
comforting
hand-woven love
soft fingers,
that speak of
wisdom and grace
your toughness
and your
incomparable strength,
that I absorb
your thoughts,
that I worship
your advice,
that makes me think
you fill me with
the love you radiate
And I'm ready
to take on the world.
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