I am now sitting in Abu Dhabi airport waiting for my flight to Mangalore. It is now 9.30 local time. I have to wait for some more hours. My blogger friends in WordPress introduced me to Haiku and Tanka and Sidlak forms of poetry . I had fun writing them on the way.
The plane reached the sky
To be enveloped by clouds
For a moment they hid everything
As if a white fog had taken over our lives.”
“Blue sky and white clouds
That stretched to infinity
The plane seemed to stand still
But I knew differently
An illusion of the mind.”
We flew over so many lands and this thought came to mind.
“Wherever we live
Beautiful or otherwise
People are the same.
Our needs are no different
And our desires are the same.”
At one point there was just sand down there.
“The earth looks so brown
Flying over the deserts
What would life be like
With no greenery in sight ?
Everywhere just sand in sight.”
I spent two wonderful months with my a grandchildren 😊, daughter and son-in-law . Those days and every moment will remain precious to me. Now I am waiting to reach home.
“Home sweet home
The familiar sounds
And my corner of the world
Is welcoming me with open arms
Specially the green fronds of the coconut trees.”
And with thoughts of home my heart went out to all those who have no place to call as home. No place belongs to them and they belong to no place. A tragedy.
Shunted here and there
No place they can call as home.
Forced to leave their hearths and no place theirs.
In between gray and black must be their world.”