The Return

The Return

A Poem by Roopal
"

Lets embrace the past.

"


He sits beside the window, glancing at the meadow,
the glassy brook flows loudly beside,
the pebble are smooth and whisper of the history.

He looks outside at the grove passing by,
the shadows are playing with patterns,
the invisible tree-lined path goes through the middle.

The farmers sit relaxed from the works of a good day,
the scarecrow did his job well,
as the peasant kids wave at him, he waves back.

He looks at the sun dipped in a crimson red,
as the clouds carve patterns on their canvas,
he can hear the lonely bird screech at the skein ahead.

A sigh, and he closes his eyes,
he takes a deep breath of that holy air,
the scent engulfs his body and soul.

The familiar smell takes him to a world apart,
diminishing images flash and fade away,
and he regains that long lost feeling of safety.

He can remember those long summer days, when he crawled up that tree,
those evening meals when they ate sweet potato together,
he can listen the lullabies from that dark windy night.

As he approaches, the images get clearer.
A sigh, and he opens his eyes,
a glance at his watch and there is a smile on his face.

He sits beside the window and looks at the meadow,
it is  dark now but a moonlit night,
the stars have never twinkled brighter.

The feeling of comfort intoxicates him,
the folds on his forehead have gone, leaving behind traces of their existence,
there is that sparkle in his eyes that I thought he lost.

The roads tend to get familiar with every crossing mile,
the side walls of his old school are higher,
the finger unknowingly keeps pointing at images from memory.

Now the smile is a grin,
that sparkle is a tear,
His home is still far, yet so near.

 R.S.

© 2013 Roopal


Author's Note

Roopal
Feel free to write anything. Criticism is welcomed. :)

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every night face down on my bed I cry.. for love is lost; love is dead. not the person, of whom I hate now, but love itself. for that love will never be felt in me again. it's dead. face down I bear these emotions. on the bed. misty soft bed. closed eyes.
I now have a fitting imagery through your poem, a beautiful landscape to wrap around my lonely hover in the dark. thank you for sharing. this has got to be one of the most colourful cute sweet gorgeous and girly poems I've read. and I've read a ton :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roopal

5 Years Ago

Thanks a lot !!!! Compliments like these keep encouraging me !!!
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Effector Prime

5 Years Ago

likewise :) write, by all means write! keep writing no matter what they say.. it is your right to wr.. read more



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a beautiful portrait...even today when i go back to my village i see kids playing up and down the trees..it reminded me of those childhood memories..enjoyed it thoroughly ....old memories are beautiful..well written and in a sweet manner..thanks for sharing :)

Raj

Posted 5 Years Ago


every night face down on my bed I cry.. for love is lost; love is dead. not the person, of whom I hate now, but love itself. for that love will never be felt in me again. it's dead. face down I bear these emotions. on the bed. misty soft bed. closed eyes.
I now have a fitting imagery through your poem, a beautiful landscape to wrap around my lonely hover in the dark. thank you for sharing. this has got to be one of the most colourful cute sweet gorgeous and girly poems I've read. and I've read a ton :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roopal

5 Years Ago

Thanks a lot !!!! Compliments like these keep encouraging me !!!
This comment has been deleted by the poster.
Effector Prime

5 Years Ago

likewise :) write, by all means write! keep writing no matter what they say.. it is your right to wr.. read more
Love that last stanza. The whole thing reminds me of traveling in a plane, and looking down at the many patterns below.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roopal

5 Years Ago

Thank you !! I am still learning .. i hope i can write better and create even clearer view of my ima.. read more
With good choice of words we can get the pictures that you are wanting to show.

I liked your description. Like you are recalling something from your beautiful past.

Wonderful!

Pen on!

:)

Devanshu

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Roopal

6 Years Ago

I was actually recalling something. Thank you Devanshu :) :) :)
I enjoyed this poem very much as well as the revising SyberRose did. Great poem all around.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much. Syber rose is such a kind person.. I loved her version. :) :) :)
A landscape painting in words..Wonderful

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

That was the aim.. landscaping. thanx a lot !! :) :) :)
The title , the poem , the imagery and all its aspects are great. Thank you for sharing your poetry...:)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

thank you sami... :) :) :)
Sami Khalil

6 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)
this is a wonderful poem. syberrose's suggestions turn this into a masterpiece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

Thank you :) Rose is a talented poet !! She is gifted. She is inspiring. :)
Your poem is very nice and the thoughts wonderful.......just needed some polish and Rose has done a commendable job.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

thanks. and yes she is so kind. :) :)
I loved it feel the emotion great work..

Posted 6 Years Ago


Roopal

6 Years Ago

Thanks danish for the kind review. :)

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Roopal

Lucknow, Northern, India



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