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The House I Grew Up In

by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
(Mumbai, India)

Awaiting your call from the window...

Buried
lies the window
in this forsaken lane
all I miss is your presence
in the house
I grew up in
the house is long sold
but whenever I pass this way
a gentle breeze sweeps past
I decipher it is you, perhaps
reminding me that you are still there

the new tenants had a newborn child
recently
and I'm sure the
aromas of your cooked food
still lingers amidst the corners
the laughs we shared
and the tears we shed

all of it remains
in one solitary place...

...the house I grew up in!

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Apr 12, 2012
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Thanks
by: Sneha

Thanks for your feedback, Eva.

Thank you, Mohit. Your words are true indeed. Memories linger forever...and a house is where the heart is!

Apr 12, 2012
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Belonging
by: Mohit

A house gives you a sense of belonging, and the memories spent there will be there lifelong.

Apr 12, 2012
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The House I Grew Up In.
by: Eva Bell

Memories of yester years always linger in the heart. Beautiful!

Apr 10, 2012
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Thank you
by: Sneha

It is the best feeling Geetashree when someone connects verse written by me to an experience they had. Thanks for giving me this incredibly amazing feeling of it!

Thank you, Anonymous.

Apr 04, 2012
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Nostalgic
by: Geetashree Chatterjee

Your poem reminded me of the house in which I grew up in Kolkata long vacated but whenever we visit the city we make it a point to go down that lane and stand by it and stare. Its not the house but the yearnings of childhood still hovering in the atmosphere - the love and joy that we shared with our friends and relatives. Oh yes! We had a joint family....miss that too!

Apr 03, 2012
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Good !
by: Anonymous

Another Great Work.

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