Friday, December 9, 2011

Home Sweet Home

The chugging train comes to a grinding halt, pushing sleep from dreary eyes away,
the cool morning breeze fans my joy, I'm home again today.
Familiar though the route may be, with the path remaining the same,
the landmarks play hide and seek, as eyes search for buildings by their old name.
Hard to recognize in its new finery, my city has changed - it's true,
but it still beckons me with open arms, because hasn't my life changed too?

My city, my home, my first love, you are so true to me.
For old or new, you are mine and will always be.
With you, my first breath began. With you, I learned to grow.
You were there with me throughout, in moments both high and low.
With you, I etched memories, of family and dear friends,
of movies, music and conversations that would never end.
Childhood, adolescence, teenage - you have seen me pass through all,
through moments of glory, moments of pain, moments both big and small.
You were there with me, when I stepped into the threshold of wedded bliss.
As I left beloved ones behind, you too I knew I would deeply miss.

Once a resident, now a visitor - thus my equation with you now stands,
and as I come home, memories flood the mind like the water on the sands,
Because in your every nook and cranny, there is a moment of my life hidden,
from the endless banter at the busstops to the gatherings in the gardens.
And with my sweet home in the corner, home to unforgettable moments infinite,
the body might be miles away, but with you will always be my spirit.

My city, you are not mine alone, you are the thread that binds
the millions who call you home and in you, heaven find.
Strangers become friends with the mere mention of your name -
with a common love, a shared pride and an equal claim.
Is it your soothing beauty? Is it your languid way of life?
Or is it your peaceful nature that abhors any kind of strife?
It can be all and so much more, for you are not just a place,
you are an attitude, a belief and a dearly-held space
in the minds and hearts of everyone who know and love you,
who cherish their bond with you, whether it be old or new.

You are for me the remembrance of the freedom of a young soul,
a life when the burden of responsibility never played a major role.
And as the train takes me away from you again, the heart briefly sighs,
for I have started on a new journey, somewhere else my new home lies.
But my love for you will be the same, the miles between us many or few,
because my house may be in any city, but my home sweet home is you.