Go To India

By Sooz006

Thu, 30 Aug 2012

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9 comments

Close your eyes now and go home to India.
Take the trip you've longed for all these years.
Back to the land of your childhood
To salwar kameez and raw silken sari

Close your eyes now and go home to India
Take a slow boat and ride waves of morphine
Breathe deeply of lively spices
And sing songs of red betel nuts and love.

Close your eyes now and go to India
Roam with the tiger beneath porcelain full moon
Whisper your secrets of love to the snake
And make love under green banana leaves

Close your eyes now and go home to India
Meet the aiya who loved you through childhood
Relax to the swishing of the punkawallah’s fan
Nothing can hurt you now.

Close your eyes now and go home to India
Whole and nourished at your palace in the haze
Leave wet weather and cancer behind
And wake up tomorrow in paradise.

And don’t ever think that we won’t remember
Don’t feel frightened or alone
You made the long journey to India.
This voyage will not seem as long.

Close your eyes and let go.

Certificate U

Writing 2008

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Comments

'go to home to India..'- go

Permalink Submitted by Highhat on Thu, 2012-08-30 18:05

'go to home to India..'- go home to ..? What a lovely tribute and a wonderful poem Sooz..

I agree. Just beautiful,

Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on Thu, 2012-08-30 18:18

I agree. Just beautiful, Sooz.

go to home to India - same

Permalink Submitted by mikepyro on Thu, 2012-08-30 18:24

go to home to India - same comment as highhat This is probably my favorite work of yours so far sooz. Beautiful, heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time. I feel the final line...I don't know, I would leave it at 'this voyage will not seem as long', which I feel completes the work's message in a more artful and emotional way then the added 'close your eyes and let go' Otherwise, excellent work sooz

Give me the beat boys and free my soul! I wanna getta lost in ya rock n' roll and drift away. Drift away...

Thank you Pia. She was one

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Thu, 2012-08-30 20:29

Thank you Pia. She was one hell of a woman, nutty as a bloody fruitcake, posh as a duchess, and the nearest thing to a mother that I've ever had.

Thanks you Tina, she died

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Thu, 2012-08-30 20:30

Thanks you Tina, she died about eight years ago now, she was a good friend to me and I still miss her. She was the only person I know who always talked sense even though she was completely eccentric.

Thanks Mike, really glad

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Thu, 2012-08-30 20:32

Thanks Mike, really glad this one worked. Because it's a personal one and I said that last line to her two days before she died I'm going to keep it. But I see what you're saying. Thank you, please keep pointing your thoughts out.

Beautiful Sooz. Somehow

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Thu, 2012-08-30 21:35

Beautiful Sooz. Somehow complete. I like the last line, but it's all subjective. Should be in a frame somewhere.

Parson Thru

Thanks PT. She used to shout

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Thu, 2012-08-30 21:50

Thanks PT. She used to shout across three rooms 'Soo-soo' (I hated that)'Did you say you were making coffee?' I'd go into the kitchen muttering under my breath, 'No, you bloody old coot, I did not say I was making coffee.' (but I'd make it, anyway.) And this posh voice would sift through from her bedroom, 'I'm not deaf you know, I used to shop in Marks and Spencer.' She was self appointed (mostly) bed-ridden for the last fifteen years. She arranged her own funeral and had the can-can playing her out. Nobody laughed, she'd have hated that. I'm glad you liked this one.

Thanks to the eds for the

Permalink Submitted by Sooz006 on Thu, 2012-08-30 21:53

Thanks to the eds for the cherry, it means a lot on this one, thank you.