I miss home
I miss the dust laden streets
where I ran with those idiots
I miss the pinching drops
Of early monsoon showers
I miss the pleasant fragrance
Of the soil after it got wet
I miss the times when
I eked out of home
to have ginger tea
At that roadside shack
And I miss those lazy weekends
When hope came only when those idiots came calling
I miss those pranks I played on my mother
And those tight slaps I received henceforth
I miss everytime she kissed my forehead
Whenever I mellowed her, somehow
I miss the times my dad scolded me
For always getting home late
I miss the times when my sister would
Crib about unlocking the bolted gate
I miss the times when we two
Even after fighting, fought others as one
And i miss the times, when the third one came
And for my mother, for sometime
She would behave as if we two counted to none
Those were the days when
Life meant more than just a word
I am alive today too
But it is my soul that i doubt
