Homecoming...

"Arushi Ahuja"
The River Ganga!

My muffled footsteps move fast,
Faster than they were slow when leaving
my front door behind
for a long long time,
But all that is in the past...
I forget the squeamish feeling in my heart,
The tears brimming in my eyes,
the lump in my throat,
All that is long past...
For now I am back home,
The same old poppies grow in my garden,
The same old wind chimes welcome me back,
The same old jute rug at the doorstep,
for I am back home at last...
My mind blurs with memories of a phone call,
the call to report back thus,
Eradicating a smile on my face,
Mercenaries of joy and happiness,
And all of that whirred within so fast...
A tear again in my eyes
as they see the open doors,
My mother rushing out for me,
To engulf me in her warm arms...
But these are tears of happiness,
These are tears of joy,
For all those days away from home,
Are in distant shadows cast!

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34 comments:

  1. Mercenaries of joy and happiness

    ha, cool turn of phrase...and you put a lot of energy behind that coming home...enough that i feel the relief on arriving...those phone calls though, i kept thinking of the not good calls home...

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    1. when i am back home Brian i hate getting calls from office... they give a jump in the stomach the likes of which i used to get as a kid when we had surprise tests!! not cool!! thank you :)

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  2. ah.. the bliss of being home.. the poppies welcoming you, the wind chimes... I can see how you enjoy being home, and just be there..

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    1. oh!! its too wonderful to be completely expressed in words... ubt i try!! thank you! :)

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  3. i love the happiness of home coming here...and a beautiful snap of the Ganga....

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  4. I like how nature seems as welcoming as your mother and the imagery you use in this beautiful and sweet poem. Indeed with such a welcome phone calls to give can be forgotten for a while.

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    1. true Gabriella... sometimes phone calls to receive as well! !:)

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  5. I understand what you are saying here, Arushi. I remember when I used to return to my childhood home when my parents were still living. As I went into the house and saw the old familiar welcoming things & hugged my mother for the first time after having been away, it was a wonderful feeling to be back home again. And each time I left and waved good-bye in the leaving, I wondered if that was the last time I would see them.

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    1. thats exactly how i felt Mary!! i love going back home!! its amazing the feeling!

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    2. thats exactly true Mary!! i had a tough time writing this... not as simple to put it in words...

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  6. Powerful writing. I picture a soldier on leave, wanting time before called back. I picture a reformed and released prisoner, so pleased to find that not much has changed. I see a doctor and a factory worker after a long shift. Homecoming is a beautiful relief, as it should be. Let's make it so.

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    1. yes susan!! i wonder what it is like for a soldier... maybe a little more emotional than i could pen! thank you! :)

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  7. A true homecoming. How lovely, Arushi!

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  8. What a lovely use of mercenary :) in such a un-negative way :)

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  9. it's funny how when prompted to write about happiness, we tend you look at how sad and upset we are.

    fear of happiness

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    1. actually i wrote about a past sadness a present joy!! thanx for visiting! :)

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  10. The return to warm hugs and acceptance can push away hard days. You pen this beautifully!

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  11. Beautiful thoughts, somewhat bittersweet from my perspective. My mother lives close enough that I see her generally weekly. I just found out, however, that one of my aunts, who lives about 2000 miles away, has some form of fast-moving dementia. I feel helpless because that distance is hard to travel with any regularity. I haven't been back to that part of the country in a good ten years.
    Thank you for visiting us at The Netherworld.

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    1. i hope you get to visit her more often... its really sad that she should forget someday!! all thhe best Aurora!! i love your blog!! takes me to a different world!

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  12. Lovely tribute to the beauty of homecoming. You capture the emotions beautifully here.

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  13. There's no place like home (click)There's no place like home (click)There's no place like home (click)
    I so agree. I am always happiest at home. Nicely done.

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  14. Mercenaries of joy and happiness,
    Beautifully juxtaposed. Nice way of going down nostalgia lane

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