A Home away from Home

It’s a faraway place
A ‘home away from home’
Keeping our eyes closed gives us a solace
That we’re amongst folks of our own

Then one day the festive season comes riding along
Dusshera, Diwali reminiscent of revelry
Amidst fire crackers, sweets and a song
All in colourful attire, we turn merrily
Towards the makeshift little puja of Saraswati
That we have swapped for our own luxury

Diwali has gone leaving behind a lil wound
But college fests approach in time to heal the moan
To bring us out of the cocoon
Showing us that we’re amongst folks of our own

No matter what road the future leads
There is always a ‘home away home’
A family of friends to share life’s lil glees
And here we build a shell of our own

Adapted I have to my shell now
A place I have come to know and love
Will shed a tear or more saying ciao
Where I have lived two years with fortified safety above
Knowing the days I know will never come back again
To live amongst folks of our own


P.S.: My first ever poem!!

Comments

Sharanya said…
It's REALLLLLY good for a first attempt :D :D

Speak to you at the end of this month!
9 October 2009 at 08:22
Meghana said…
nice poem.. you write well!
10 October 2009 at 08:34
Manisha said…
@sharanya: thanks :) thought i was poetry illiterate (if that exists), till now :)
@Meghana:thank u!
10 October 2009 at 08:38
Unknown said…
nice poem...great written considering ur first time...matches well with the current occasion of events...keep writing :)
14 October 2009 at 06:20
Preeta Ganguli said…
Dude! Its pretty darn good for your first poem! And I totally understand.. feel poetry illiterate myself! :P But this really was good yea.. :)
14 October 2009 at 11:41
Manisha said…
@Sourav: thanks!
@Yours Truly: thanks...now that i've become poetry literate, will try more!
14 October 2009 at 12:31
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