There..where my heart is

by: Ishleen Dheer

 

The day never stops, the night doesn’t pass

My city beckons me, every second seems to last.

As I lay on my bed, or wake up at dawn,

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

Yellow walls of my room, bring back the Amaltas

Fragrance of your winters, dew drops on your grass

Holding hands under the Gulmohar in the ancient lawn

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

Your streets full of life, roads I wished to travel

Bite, gorge, lick and sniff the aromas unravel

from Chang’s and Aggarwal and the Khan

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

The towers of glass and the sprawl of the parks

The white colonnades and the stony landmarks

Mannequins in the windows, and the metro marathon

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

The melody of Azaan, the trumpet of conch shells

Holy water on the forehead, and ringing church bells

Mingling one in all and all in one

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

Winds and roads may take me anywhere

New life and experiences I may dare

But there’s only one ‘there’ where my heart and I belong

Your memories come flooding, there is no moving on.

 

Never understood how you held that sway

In shayaris of poets, quoted till this day

Guess, they found out – you are an addiction

Oh Delhi! I yearn for you, and there is no moving on.

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