Go to Home..

Go to home go to home  ..
My heart beats. O, my heart beats"
For the search of golden memories
From here a rented house, go to home
Go to home.. go to home.
Very mighty the legs and hands in speedy movements
The mind has already reached there
Just I open the entrance of golden memories
Away from the buzz of the city life
The air which so fresh in lungs
The mirror-like well, well-to-do in water
Water striders on the surface like swimmers
The roots of trees and some green ferns carry off drops
For the evergreen leaves to make colorful buds here
The breeze touches on the keyboards like coconut rachis
Parallel leaflets move up and downplay svarams.
Swaddle  all spikes of little flowers in dance
A spectacular glow of the sun in the shades
Where mynahs and cuckoos O” mash-up rocks
Scampering calves grazing with Milch cows
Reddish brown and yellow jack leaves
O’ autumn fall, in the native soil
That made a mat, to make a cap and act as a cop
In the boughs full of sweet fleshy fruits
 O” jackfruit tree with old swings waiting there

The gabled roof with squirrels, crows and sparrows
In quarrel for their resting zone
I will be in the joy of memories
Obscure treasures in each room
Eyes are sparkling with precious moments
But countless in the mesh up of spider net
Some are in the jute sacks with the twirl of rats.

Green slime algae’s in the passages
When I touché them impulse
Made a luster of the smile,
 and heart gained a sonorous vibration
My hand's imprints are there in each room
With slate pencil marking that I made there
My books and the rusted bicycle
Lie in a fractured way with termites and ants
Opening the woody window pane
I got the odor of bushy little buds
From the thatch with wooden pillars
Where I hold and spin like a top
Then running here and there in the rain
With broad plantain leaves on the head.

I saw tiny Leucas flower there
I saw little Ixora flowers there and
 Most lovely Jasmine buds in greenery
Fills the devotional love on earth
The sacred grooves and beliefs mesmerize me
With rare kulamanga nuts and cute mangoes tastes
Oh the tender coconut quenches my thirst here
 where we made chariots for a temple rituals
Take off and landing likes a dandelion in green fields
Bestows a fulfillment, to and fro way of this life

I want to say loudly, in the lush it’s my home
I want to say loudly, in the lush   it’s my home
But the obsessive feelings
 the old generation missing
My grandpa and grandmas’ love
I saw broken childhood photos hanging on nails
I touched them “blood is thicker than water”
That made my throat stops up
While going a breeze with the
Wrinkled hands patted   I felt
It’s my natural habitat. “My home”
I want to say loudly, in the lush it’s my home.
Houses I will change but the heart is in my home,
In the midst of all stress, for showers of love
Hey, go to home. Go to home...
My heart beats..
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