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Literature, Poetry

Nomadic Memorabilia

Posted: August 26, 2018 at 6:34 pm   /   by   /   comments (2)

Chilling winter surprised me in the desert land
with mountains and greens here and there.
My arrival was meant to be on time
with unknown heartbeat at the domestic airport.
Cousin’s red sedan made the welcome
more sedative than the red carpet reception
for the VIPs. Manual window hyphenated my automatic strangeness
with the familiar sound of the grinning engine.

City on the mountain always left its warmth
for the valley underneath. Above we looked up
the nonchalant sun for the daily temperateness.
Five thousand kilometers from my land to the mountain city
pampered my amateur loneliness in room 701.
Coffee with friends in new places  diluted loneliness
in a gradual pace and settled me in the awkward office.

Family and kids in later years gnawed away
years long domesticated solitude in a blink.
Life grew old with new charm of discovering
new things in distant places. Regular days snapped
in a moment of challenge leading to new horizons,
woke up from the indulgent slumber of sluggishness.

Life moved on from house to house
in a quasi-nomadic style and jumped into a new phase
from the airports, leaving earnest memories
at the translucent immigration.




26 August, 2018
Haiyal Dabab, Abha, KSA

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  • August 27, 2018 at 3:12 am Erich Beer

    I love this poem. Some really memorable phrases.

    • August 27, 2018 at 4:19 am Shahrear Talukder

      Thank you Mr. Eric. My memories are encapsulated in all these stanzas.


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