30 Days writing challenge, Poetry

Day Thirteen – Camp

 Away from the concrete jungle
I stay tugged in green,
Away from the honk and horns
I stay lulled by the sound of the silence
Away from the dust or drainage
I stay intoxicated by the smell of the forest
There are no trains to catch or any buses to miss
There aren’t any appointments to make
Or calls to take
Time is still
And I have nothing but a bucket full of moments
Hadn’t I put so many efforts to be here?
In this camp?
Away from the worries
Hadn’t I hoped to stay busy counting the stars,
And sharing strange stories with strangers?
But where has my excitement gone over the fact that the clock finally doesn’t tick!
Staring at the moon, I miss the night lamp refusing to admit that I might be… homesick.

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AUTHOR’S LITTLE NOTE:
This blog series is a part of a 30 Days writing challenge, which is as depicted by the picture below (Special thanks to Pinterest):
Writing challenge - May'17
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