suffocated breaths
on busy roads
laden with history
-manipulative voices
steeped in the art of politics
Honesty is an exception here….
I sigh with relief
as I hear
-finally
the time has come
to go back home
Delhi was never mine….
soothing monsoon
straightforwardness
-a familiar tongue
of Mumbai
pulls me back
to its familiar folds
Going back home

The comforting familiarity of home…(K)
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Certainly. Thanks 🙂
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Ominous but I can imagine realistic description: “Honesty is an exception here”
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Thank you, Frank!
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I imagine that breaths would be suffocated like a stodgy art form in the belly of a Delhi’s whale of bureaucracy.
Briefly I’ve read that at the end of Marine Drive there’s Chowpatty Beach, with Bhel Puri and Paav Bhaji at the end of the road near home.
You have a very concise and elegant poem. I like the interesting rhyme “soothing monsoon” followed by “straightforwardness”. I’ve never heard Monsoon in that context. I’ve only associated disasters in the news with Monsoons. But a place of familiar tongue would be soothing. The Google blurb says that Mumbaikars have their own version of Hindi. I wonder which version the Google translator is using. It seems to make a lot of mistakes with all languages.
मैंने राहत की सांस ली
चोकिंग अफसरशाही की व्हेल
दिल्ली मेरी नहीं है।
कभी परमात्मा नहीं।
मुंबई में घर है, जहां है
मुझे एक सुखदायक मानसून मिलता है
और प्यार मुझे वापस खींचता है
चौपाटी बीच
सड़क के अंत में
स्वर्ग के लिए
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Thanks for the translation, though the context is lost 🙂 One needs to experience the searing heat of May, to feel the relief of raindrops on the skin. Disasters are manmade – happen because the bottom of the ocean and drains are all blocked by plastic.
Thank you very much, Doug!
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I love the contrast between the two cities. You capture it with such brevity. Lovely.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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The thought of returning to a place that you know… love that. It sound like Delhi is a hard place to live in.
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Thanks, Bjorn! It is a personal perspective.
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Glad you eill be returning yo your home Reena! 🙂
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Thank you, Rob!
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A lovely capture of your feelings on going back home. No matter where life takes us, we all long for our “belonging place”. Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Beverly!
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As someone who has been staying in Delhi for a while, I can understand the anguish of this place. I really enjoyed your way back home — the relief is palpable in your words.
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Thanks, Anmol!
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This seems like a journey of both time and space. To leave a place filled with “suffocated breaths” to go back to a familiar place is a wonderful, welcoming feeling.
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Thank you,Merril!
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Your opening line, ‘suffocated breaths’, made me sit up, Reena, and then you presented me with a distinct contrast of places. I would also sigh with relief at the thought of a ‘soothing monsoon’ and ‘familiar folds’.
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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