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Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Be my home!


Neither a riveting adventure,
Nor an electrifying escapade;
Neither colorful mocktails
Nor tantalizing refreshments.
Be the tender pleasure 
Of having water after a tiring day,
The soft snugness of my old cardigan,
The velvety breeze of my native town,
The familiar song of the monsoon.
Just be someone
I can call my home!

-Purba Chakraborty
(13.04.2016)

Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Home


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26 comments:

  1. I can feel the tender warmth running through your lines..!!
    Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. this is beautiful and endearing, that your hometown not just one building, can be called home
    Have a nice Wednesday Purba

    much love...

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  3. I love the idea of a person being "home." Beautiful write. :)

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  4. There really is something reassuring about having someone or something that is always there.

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  5. I love old familiar things too! I slipped into your poem comfortably---thank you!

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  6. Oh those last lines are powerful. Good wrting Purba.

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  7. Ah, that tender pleasure of returning home to loved ones and the superficial life that you have been living can be left behind to be who you really are.

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  8. There is a wonderful tenderness in this piece--really lovely!

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  9. I like the idea of a person as a home. That way a home can be anywhere -- wherever that person resides!

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  10. I love the comforts of home that you mention.....the soft old cardigan, the song of the konsoon.....sigh....no place like home.

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  11. 'tender pleasure' indeed...so comforting and peaceful are your words Purba....

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  12. पूर्वा, जहां सबेरा हो वही बसेरा है। सुन्दर प्रस्तुति।

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  13. पूर्वा, जहां सबेरा हो वही बसेरा है। सुन्दर प्रस्तुति।

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  14. Yes, that's just what the right person is.

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  15. Exquisite Purba... beautiful lines...

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  16. Nice poem. Another one of hose touchy lines.

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  17. Another awesome piece of work.. Now I am missing my home :(

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  18. Person who can be a home!
    Ah! The comfort level, Purba!

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  19. Person who can be a home!
    Ah! The comfort level, Purba!

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  20. East or west, home is the best.. goes the Saying.. The comfort of Home is truly incomparable to any other similar provision on the Earth.. Well written, Purba.. Thanks for sharing!

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  21. Nothing like home!
    Very well written Purba.

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  22. Soft cardigans and gentle days - sounds like a perfect homely feeling to me..adventures can be overrated (just ask Alice or Bilbo Baggins!)

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  23. Ah! Personification of home! :) Lovely concept dear!

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