Sunday, 3 September 2006


I am on time-travel
To my grandpa’s home
Far away from the cities
And the crowded towns
Walking on my feet
I travel far
Across the river
Amidst the shadowy grooves
Where birds sing the morning song
Waking up the village folks
Where women carry water on their heads
From the river to the home
Where every tree speaks to me
About the days of my innocence
Where every old woman is my grandma
Showering love and the words of wisdom
Where God himself speaks
Through children’s stammer
Where time loses its value
And I am lost in the infinite eternity !


Blogger rachana said...

nice way of praising the peaceful village life!!!

3/9/06 1:56 pm  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Very apt description of the way life is still lived in so many places around the world. Well done, you!

3/9/06 7:03 pm  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Amazing to still be able to make such connections, make the best of them! I particularly like the line"walking on my feet"
Reminds me of a short poem I wrote (hope you don't mind me sharing it here)..

My Tiki Self
In these two feet
I stand
Wherever I am

It's a peculiar feeling I think.


4/9/06 6:13 pm  

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