thoughts by the Window

i dream of those lanes
the land from wher i went away
those streets that i left behind
that little bar in bombay

i remember those days in the coffee shops
the jokes, laughter and more
the slap on the back from a friend of mine
and the sweet silence of mysore

i miss that smile from my mum
my dad and the long talks with him
the familiar smell of the place i call home
and warm sun of panjim

i dream about the one i love
wish i could bring her with me
the good old hug from my bro
and the crowd in new delhi

i know its me that who left
but thats where i d rather be
the dust, the heat, the love, the soil
i miss my own country

i sit here miles away and all i can do is wait....