Travels..

Far from the monotonous rumble
of this concrete forest I call home,
my mind travels to this quiet town.

When I close my eyes, I see them,
the little children who run behind,
free like the fresh soothing breeze;
some wave as the train does pass,
sitting in the new blades of grass,
or with satchels, ready for school.

When I close my eyes, I see them,
lush green paddy fields with rice,
the tall coconut trees as crow flies,
grazing cattle and old scarecrows,
farmers working hard with hoes,
or just cycling on the parallel road.

When I close my eyes, I see them,
temples, early devotional songs,
old friends under the banyan tree;
sharing a good gossip, having tea,
hailing each other gladly on way,
new news to talk since yesterday.

Far from the monotonous rumble
of this concrete forest I call home,
my mind travels to this quiet town.

November PAD Challenge Day 23. #novpad23

The month of November sees the Poem-a-Day (PAD) challenge, hosted by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides. Day 23 theme is to write a travel poem. Next month, I’ll be going to my native place in Kerala. It’s been a while since I’ve been there, so I’ve written this poem from some memories of my native land, anxiously waiting to get there and have a few days off of work. Thanks Robert for the inspiration.

© (23/11/2011)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

4 thoughts on “Travels..”

  1. Kerala is my fav. place in the world and simply the most beautiful place I've ever been!Amazing prose…absolutely reminding me about the best time I had there and sweet memories I had about the place. Between I love Puttu ;)~Keep the Spark ALive..

  2. Hello LeoI have you on google on RFWer along with all the other active members and the first words of your poem caught my eye. Just beautiful, nostalgic, made me all misty. As a traveller, I relate.Lovely work. You seem to be doing well with the poem challenge.Denise

  3. wow!!! congos about the trip 🙂 i wanna visit Kerala too and see those paddy fields!! it is pretty green here but your poem paints a delightful picture in my head(like ones they show on TV)i think i would skip and fall with joy on seeing such amount of greenery!!my stupid chattering apart, the poem is beautiful Leo(u must have guessed this already with my endless chatter :P)such beautiful imagery… lovely 🙂

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