Afar

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There is nothing here,
No Time. No Tear.
Smiles happen,
By Practice I fear.

Often from home
Stories I hear..
Of festive joys
& deaths O'dear!

I know of two worlds.
A day there, is an endless night here.
I dream in both,
asleep in neither.

Sometimes in thrill,
I measure the distance,
in miles and metres.
Either way,
From Home I stay
Afar.
Away.

Comments

Swagat Mohapatra said…
That's the bitter reality of life. Things that we love the most tend to go away with time..
btw.. blown away by the pic..nice..
September 26, 2009 at 2:13 AM
aastha-inks said…
yep, but unlike you i didn't make that pic! nothing abt my poem?? ;-)
September 26, 2009 at 3:30 AM
Krishna said…
Nicely written.

A related song/kavithe, if you haven't already heard:
http://www.kannadaaudio.com/Songs/Bhaavageethe/YaavaMohanaMurali/Yaava.ram

ಯಾವ ಮೋಹನ ಮುರಳಿ ಕರೆಯಿತು ದೂರ ತೀರಕೆ ನಿನ್ನನು.
ಯಾವ ಬೃಂದಾವನವು ಸೆಳೆಯಿತು ನಿನ್ನ ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಕಣ್ಣನು.
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September 26, 2009 at 9:50 AM
aastha-inks said…
yes i have definitely heard that song and it's a beautiful composition/lyrical. but my small little poem does not in any way compare to that quality :)
September 29, 2009 at 12:23 AM
Unknown said…
@yaparna-what it is the title meaning??...i got the poem though :D:D....yipppeee blogs getting shorter....thank you :)
September 29, 2009 at 9:38 AM
Operation Crazyhouse said…
Hey Aparna! This is truly nostalgic.. especially of the festive joys and deaths.. we feel like we are in a different world..! and yeah.. my dreams ae filled with my home, the road,the neighbours and people around.. and it is indeed very disturbing.. and I loved the way you have written that we dont sleep in either! Wonderfully composed!:)
September 30, 2009 at 11:55 PM
aastha-inks said…
@niki.. u r welcome!
@manasa.. thanks :) am sure you can connect to most of that!
October 1, 2009 at 11:24 PM
Nikhil said…
hmm.. really nostalgic and nice.
now and then ,we all miss the indian spice!
October 4, 2009 at 2:38 AM
aastha-inks said…
mr.nikhil..!that was a total surprise..and a good one :) thanks. Hope Purdue is treating you well, we should catch up sometime..!
October 4, 2009 at 9:58 PM
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