Monday, November 19, 2012

Home Sick.




I'm tired of perfect roads,
I m tired of fast rail,
Here comes the truth,
In this fresh air,
 It’s difficult to Inhale
I want to burn myself in the temperature forty five,
I too want to be pampered,
Don’t want to be just alive.
Though wonderful people gave me some unforgettable moments here,
But I know something is missing,
This feeling is difficult to bear;
All I can say is I’m home sick, 
Didn't want to show,
Strength is what that I’m losing now,
My family doesn't deserve to be alone,

A feeling is crossing my mind that this heaven is not my own .

घर

ये जो घर है मेरा, सब कहते हैं— ये किसी पराए का है; इसकी दीवारें किसी और की, छत भी किसी और की, ये घर बस किराए का है! पर इसकी चाबी, कुछ वक़्त ...