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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)

Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Coming home to ...


I am coming home to
Colors of holi
To goodbye days
Of Shivratri
To waning winter
And verdant spring
To green, pristine luxury
And richness called life.
I am finally, coming home.
March marched
A little too quickly
Affording me precisely 5 steps
To live this dream.
So greedy me got busy.
I am coming home to
The splendor of Baisakhi
But knowing this cannot be
I am coming home to
Golden days
And resplendent nights
Of magnificent May
And if that is a no too, then
I am coming home to
August at its best.
But
I am definitely coming home

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4 comments:

  1. Kathryn ThorntonApril 3, 2013 at 9:40 PM

    Ruby,

    I love your thoughtful quotes. The poem was wonderful. I hope you make it home; especially for the festival of Baisakhi.

    Kate
    http://katloveswriting.blogspot.com

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 4, 2013 at 6:43 AM

      Thank you Kat. I was wondering actually if I was able to convey my idea with these lines. But your words are encouraging. Though I won't be able to go for Baisakhi .. but may be next time :)

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  2. BoApril 4, 2013 at 5:09 PM

    I love the beauty that pours out through your words.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsApril 4, 2013 at 5:37 PM

      Thank you so much Deana. Your support is really appreciated.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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