(I heard this compulsive piece of music on loop today https://soundcloud.com/indian-ocean-music/longing , and was compelled just to pen down something. And of course, it had to be about home. About Madras.)
For that
one coffee, that wafts with the scent of my home
For that
one evening breeze, that lilts my senses
For that
one camphor lit, tingling with flowers adorned
For that
one whiff far away, there's a longing.
Drifting
towards the sounds of the shore,
Dreaming
about the laughter of my brothers four,
Desperately
picking up the strains of a music so divine,
Distanced
simply by these chords of a longing.
Wondering
what were the tastes of my childhood,
Willfully
drowning in the descent of the delicacies,
Wallowing
in the absence of soul food,
Wishing
my palate got relieved of this longing.
Seeking
the familiar contours of a leafy avenue,
Spotting
the corners of the city I knew,
Swiftly
settling in with the faces familiar,
Sinking
in between the notes of this ceaseless longing.
Embraced
by the love of a father, and a mother,
Effortlessly
touched by friends living yonder,
Every
part massaged by the warmth of nostalgia,
Endless,
extolling, emasculating longing.
