Neither a riveting adventure,
Nor an electrifying escapade;
Neither colorful mocktails
Nor tantalizing refreshments.
Be the tender pleasure
Of having water after a tiring day,
The soft snugness of my old cardigan,
The velvety breeze of my native town,
The familiar song of the monsoon.
Just be someone
I can call my home!
-Purba Chakraborty
(13.04.2016)
Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home
I can feel the tender warmth running through your lines..!!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
this is beautiful and endearing, that your hometown not just one building, can be called home
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Wednesday Purba
much love...
I love the idea of a person being "home." Beautiful write. :)
ReplyDeleteThere really is something reassuring about having someone or something that is always there.
ReplyDeleteI love old familiar things too! I slipped into your poem comfortably---thank you!
ReplyDeleteOh those last lines are powerful. Good wrting Purba.
ReplyDeleteAh, that tender pleasure of returning home to loved ones and the superficial life that you have been living can be left behind to be who you really are.
ReplyDeleteThere is a wonderful tenderness in this piece--really lovely!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of a person as a home. That way a home can be anywhere -- wherever that person resides!
ReplyDeleteI love the comforts of home that you mention.....the soft old cardigan, the song of the konsoon.....sigh....no place like home.
ReplyDelete'tender pleasure' indeed...so comforting and peaceful are your words Purba....
ReplyDeleteपूर्वा, जहां सबेरा हो वही बसेरा है। सुन्दर प्रस्तुति।
ReplyDeleteपूर्वा, जहां सबेरा हो वही बसेरा है। सुन्दर प्रस्तुति।
ReplyDeleteYes, that's just what the right person is.
ReplyDeleteExquisite Purba... beautiful lines...
ReplyDeleteNice poem. Another one of hose touchy lines.
ReplyDeleteAnother awesome piece of work.. Now I am missing my home :(
ReplyDeletePerson who can be a home!
ReplyDeleteAh! The comfort level, Purba!
Person who can be a home!
ReplyDeleteAh! The comfort level, Purba!
East or west, home is the best.. goes the Saying.. The comfort of Home is truly incomparable to any other similar provision on the Earth.. Well written, Purba.. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteNothing like home!
ReplyDeleteVery well written Purba.
Soft cardigans and gentle days - sounds like a perfect homely feeling to me..adventures can be overrated (just ask Alice or Bilbo Baggins!)
ReplyDeleteNice Poem... :)
ReplyDeleteAh! Personification of home! :) Lovely concept dear!
ReplyDeleteSweet and sentimental
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