Written just after shifting to our new house. Moving away from my birth-place was sad.


A new home

smell, acrid, of fresh paints, walls beauteously hued,
resonates, a gloss upon the dark base,
the heaven's gleam, ubiquitous, yet renewed,
is its feel, upon that day, momentous,
aesthetics, I eulogized, now for me to gorge,
through coming days, that my past did breed,
hopes of a newer ambience, to be approved,
by my family's presence and its first touch,
Possessions, upon the pristine floor lay out,
the past home's odor emanated unfazed,
as it lingered within my emotive spirit, devout,
of an essence, by memories, convulsed.
A significant two decades passed, through,
my infancy till upon maturity I stepped,
this fresh surroundings amid its sylvan view,
reminiscent of yore, where I joyfully indulged,
A cool wind through the greenery filtered
invited by windows, wide, and dancing curtains,
I breath the freshness in, till my mind had sheltered,
every feel with this newness involved.
A community, serene, yet within bustle, they thrive,
consumed, amid jobs, the waking hours,
since daybreak, the routine, sincerely imbibed,
a household and occupation, managerial will & skill.
Sufficed, upon a holiday, an interaction, brief,
with the neighbors, whose politeness, relaxed me,
momentary discarding of feeling adrift,
yet a company, hard to get amid work's hectic hive.
The first night, mental strata concurrently consumed,
with this house, yet to be a home,
nostalgia reigned, yet, within, a new hope bloomed
a fresh start, to newer prospects, I would conform.




Poetry by Nilotpal Sarmah
Read 224 times
Written on 2011-04-12 at 02:39

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text