The Land of people.
The back waters of Kerala does not call me any more
The valleys of Nilgiris does not attract me any more.
The snows of the alps does not entice me any more
The Lights of New york does not dazzle me any more
Where is that my heart yearns for?
It is to the land of people that I know.
There in reside my ties of blood,the near, the far and the few.
My brethren of the distant and some new.
I long to sit with them,along with my family near by.
And mingle and question them of their lives gone by.
I want to listen to them,and talk some too.
I want to laugh,and reminisce.
I long to fill my self with their sight and sounds.
So that I can come back,with a sound and refreshed mind
I don't want to spend any more moments alone.
Even if that means to travel to places far gone.
As I so much want to go to the land of people I know.
and abandon this loneliness which I so much know.
Then after spending time with them to my hearts content.
And when,the familiarity starts to breed contempt,
Then I shall hurry back to my abode.
Then may be the back waters of Kerala,
might beckon me some more.
And the valleys of Nilgiris, might attract me all the more.
Till then,I will long for the land of the people I know.
Because as of now,that's the only place my heart knows .