Nostalgia
Longing to walk barefoot
To crunch the gravel under my feet
To feel the jab of twigs and thorns
And curse them for jabbing
Dreaming of the narrow pathways
Full of stones, dust and leaves
Filled with slush when it rains
And to swear when my skirt is soiled
Thinking of nibbling nameless fruits
Of licking tamarinds
Or munching mangoes with salt
And to curse when the teeth tickles
Looking down from my balcony
I see the endless traffic
Slogging people and dull buildings
And I crash land to reality
2 comments:
Dreaming of the narrow pathways....
Or munching mangoes with salt..
On the way to my village. Reading your post again and again. Nostalgia is some thing I always fail to explain to myself.
Nice........ I mean really nice.. Easter wishes.
നീലാംബരി: Thanks. Hope you had a nice time at home. :-)
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