Riding Back Home

Riding Back Home

A Poem by indu

..my college days

Without destination;
A journey ought to be.
Every evening taking a bus back home
I wonder the same.
Favourite street and the favourite colours.
Soon it may fade.
At 5 pm,
The sun is scorching in almighty blaze
Yet, feeble
behind every steep monumental construction.
At the crossroad, where the
twins swing diagonally into the air,
ladies entered in haste; as the bell rang.
The home must be far away.
Past the empty cafe shops and
the packed museum ground with fitness conscious junks.
At the next stop, I sigh and
wait for the red signal.
The home is near.

© 2011 indu

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I felt as thought I was there with you on your journey..Your description is so written out so well.. The journey home has so many emotions tied into it.. you've described it well..x

Posted 10 Years Ago

sigh, you made me home sick with this...wonderful, descriptive and emotional

Posted 10 Years Ago

THis was a good descriptive poem. I very much enjoyed it

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on May 22, 2011
Last Updated on May 22, 2011



Cochin, India

I have always felt the urge to write.. but I am uncertain about the texture, technics etc. (if there are any). I have written poems much more than prose though I am not a big fan of poems.. Fact i.. more..

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