Two Poems on Home
1. Home
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| Shaleen Singh |
Like a lone traveller
Sauntering without any clue
Home
Is what I search
Where is home?
In walled structure
Or the people who live
Inside make a home?
Or the alleys
The bylanes
Where I grew
Seeing, playing cricket
Or shouting in darkness
All that we see for years
And call them
Familiar faces
Or birds sitting
On arches
Or the pigeons
That come
In evening to stay
Make a home
Is home a permanent inn
Where turning
Back in forced alternative
Or
A final solution to
The riddles of life?
Or Home
is a constant search
To the futile roads
Of eternity
Or home is
Not finding
The place
Where you would
Finally
End
Your sojourn
Or Home is
Accepting
The unpalatable truth
That the
Eastern breeze
Caressing you today
Will not do it tomorrow
Or home is feeling
The warmth of November sun
Piercing
The body in closed eyes
And dark chamber...
Where is it?
2. Evenings of Budaun
After a usual walk with friend
The time to get ready has come
The time to make the bag
Tomorrow
After two days holiday
Duty calling
Home is long argument
That I have to lose
In the end...
For me
After years of ups and downs
Home is still
Wrapped in dappled light of
Sadness and joy
For a home-bound soul
It never comes into cupped hands
And slips like sand ...
Evenings of Budaun
Leave scars of
Darkness
When it turns to night
All that shimmers
Gets
Blackened
And then
Nights with endless tails
Wag itself like manic serpent
Till the yellow morning
That never comes....
Head, Department of English
Swami Shukdevanand College, Shajahanpur (U.P.)
Chief Editor: creativesaplings.in
Yeah.... Really, the final solution... Congrats Shaleen
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and wonderfully clicked Shaleen ji
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Dr Shaleen is a wonderfully creative writer and excellent critic with a glorious vision of life among the finest intellectuals of the younger generation of Indian writers in English and who bears a good comparison with his counterparts in other literatures. These two poems- Home and Evenings of Badaun , the poet in Shaleen is trying to wriggle out of his personal enigma , an earthly search and a metaphysical quest. The charming simplicity of his style to express the obsessive dilemma deserve a special note. Hopefully , his unfading and unfailing vision of life will soon help him reach his Home where he finds the comfortable presence of his totality. Best wishes n love for Shaleen!
ReplyDeleteVery expressive, intense and heart rending. There is something about the way you put down your words. God's blessings be upon you. Thanks for sharing. Keep inking!!
ReplyDeleteVery expressive, intense and heart rending. There is something about the way you put down your words. God's blessings be upon you. Thanks for sharing. Keep inking!!
ReplyDeleteHeartiest congratulations...!!!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful post modern revisiting on the concept of Home... still engrossed in the contemplation on My Home...
Dearest Shaleen. I have read both poems and they are nostalgic in nature. Home to humans means ' a go to place' after perambulating the length and breadth of the earth's surface, thus finding an Inn to unwind. Evenings in Budhan and the sometimes empty streets tells of a certain material attachment and a spiritual awakening. The shades of your parents remains an unforgettable memory in the chambers of your heart. Your poem has beautiful and apt diction that enhances the literary value. You have adopted your unique style of writing poetry. You deserve the accolade bestowed upon you in every respect. Congratulations!!!
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