Windy winter hits my window,
Snowing steep and shallow,
Misty mornings, greedy noon,
Chilly nights and no full moon.
Love this city Newcastle
But a lot I miss back, it hassles.
Summer days at Chennai home,
Soaked in sweat, yet wet not lone
Sun so yellow red and hallow
Sandy beach and countryside
Guiding stars stay clear in sky high
Greener days grey-grainy nights, sigh!
Distance from my true essence
Distilled? Disturbed? Makes no sense!
Life is mystic, beautiful,
Love so keeps it dutiful.
5 comments:
Hmmm... Guess life sure is different there. I somehow always believed that every place, every city and town has a character, a life of it own, which after sometime sort of seeps into you and becomes a part of who you are. Which is why when you move to a new place, a part of you feels lost and always belongs to the place you left behind. And I'm sure New Castle will start seeping in to you soon too.
He he he.. I've done it again, the endless rambling. What i really wanted to say was loved the poem :)
Cheers :)
I love love love it kunjadeeeee
Thanks Nish :)
me too love it kunjadeee :D been long i wrote ne poem.. ur inspiring me :) keep writing!
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