A sense of belonging

What has it been?
A decade of decadence?
All the sins I partook,
All the whims, the lack of sense.
They now seem meaningless.
Grains of sand flirting through
An age that has passed.
A time lost from view.

To the green leaves and russet roads.
To the songs the farmers sang before.
To the dust that rose, then settled to die.
To the gleeful smile of a forgotten lore.

To the trickling laughter of the lusting river.
To the unseen bosom of the velvet cloud.
To the singing bees and the dancing clowns.
To the violent pen and the paper loud.

Make room for me, for here I belong.
In the home of my ancient song.


I grow pretty poetic whenever I come home after a long trip. 😀



About Abhi Surendran

Abhi quit his corporate job, and decided to immerse himself in travels, photography, occasional periods of bankruptcy, and copious amounts of insanity. He is currently working on a book of his experiences, and a dream road trip through South Asia. Both in a haphazard fashion. He blogs at Iamnothome and you can also catch him at times on Facebook and twitter.

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