Speak Not Of My City

11 Nov

I speak not of my city

Not because prettier climes lure me

I speak not of my city

Not because I forget

I turn away

Face another reality

Willfully rejecting the one

That sees my back.

In these ways and all moments, I

Silence the pain

Bury the longing under pillows

And sit on it.

8 Responses to “Speak Not Of My City”

  1. Null Pointer November 11, 2012 at 11:25 am #

    don’t forget to take off the weighty crown, or else you’ll lose sleep over the roasted peanut, salted by distant beaches, that found its way under your pillow.

  2. Orange Jammies November 13, 2012 at 12:39 pm #

    Null Pointer: The Bombay version of The Princess and the Pea?

  3. Null Pointer November 14, 2012 at 2:58 pm #

    yup, when memories are fairytales and you are princess of your castle of dreams

  4. Orange Jammies November 15, 2012 at 11:15 pm #

    Null Pointer: Now you sound like the Boy, with all his ‘Persian princess’ talk. 😉

  5. Aunty G. November 18, 2012 at 8:37 am #

    Thy *native place*
    Will always grace
    A corner of thy heart
    No matter where thou art
    Pity we can’t pack it into a suitcase!

  6. Orange Jammies November 21, 2012 at 3:14 pm #

    Aunty G: 😆 This here valley might go a teensy bit bananas if Bombay were to emerge out of my luggage into its suburban calm.

  7. dipali55 January 18, 2013 at 12:25 am #

    Big hugs, OJ.

  8. Orange Jammies January 21, 2013 at 12:15 pm #

    dipali55: Thank you, Dipali. Every bit helps.

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