In this world there is no action
That you can take without repercussion
Whatever path you happen to choose
You win some, and some you lose
So when I made a leap across the ocean
A mixed bag I got with immigration
There were many gains, I cannot deny
But some poignant losses darken my sky..
The sights, smells and sounds that were so unique
To India, close my throat so I can barely speak-
The much awaited first monsoon shower
Teasing the summer sun with its cooling power
The sensual smell of wet earth, the exhilaration
Of getting wet in the first rain of the season
Enjoying steaming tea and watching children float
Through rivulets of rainwater their paper boats..
Here it rains often, and I reminisce again
How I have lost the magic of monsoon rain
Strolling through the gardens on summer nights
When the temperature for comfort was just right
Taking in the scent of jasmine, intoxicating-
I keep searching fragrant flowers in hopes of replicating
That strong and sweet odour- but in vain
Added that to my list of lost things again….
The palpable feeling of excitement in the air
Before Diwali; enthusiastic people everywhere
The aroma of sweetmeats, the communal celebration
Those fireworks and lights, lighting up the nation-
Though Diwali I celebrate with Indians settled here
That collective spirit I miss, it’s simply not there
I can go on and on, there are many more
Experiences I have lost, it’s hard to keep score
My solution to these losses is to revive
These memories is to spend time in person, live
In India during the seasons that I miss
The trials of travel are worth the feelings of bliss
That engulf me when my lost experiences I gain
If only once in few years; that lessens my pain.
(This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.)
2 thoughts on “Lost in migration”
A lovely poem centred on those many losses. A melancholic piece I enjoyed reading.