H-E-L-L-O

Alighting off the train,
Stepping on the platform,
With bated breath I looked up,
To the signboard that confirmed…
My being in this place.

Flying kisses I sent,
To the very air that blows,
To let others know,
That I am back again…

Traipsing down the streets,
That I never thought I would walk on again,
Climbing up the hill,
That once had led me home,
Bringing so much memory,
A pang of sweet angst,
Clawed in my heart.

Tears prickled at the back of my eyes,
As the bus passed by Pierrepoint Street,
Turning about the corner,
Watching those old, Victorian buildings,
Standing still so majestically,
Though aeons have passed.

Parade Garden too,
As lovely as I could remember,
Reminiscing the time I spent there,
Basking in the summer shine,
With book in hand,
And joy in heart.

Then its ascend at Bathwick Hill,
That leads to the University,
The familiar earache I felt,
That only the treacherous route could caused,
Brings fresh tears,
That I was trying so hard to hold…

Finally I arrived,
Lo and behold,
I am back again…
To the start of where,
All the memoirs are created.

The air undoubtedly is colder,
Its iciness seeped through my skin,
But I mind that not in the least,
For it is the distinct quality of the place.

I wandered around the Uni,
As far as my feet would allow me,
Each step reminded me,
Of the past events that it held.

I wanted to scream my heart out,
To let others know how I feel,
But with dignity I hold back,
And my heart full of praises,
To the Lord that made this feasible.

The bustles in the Parade,
The quacking sound of the ducks,
The calmness of the lake,
The shine bouncing off the Library glass…
Another familiar sight,
Another pang of memories.

Hello again, then I said,
To this place that too,
Has earned a special place in my heart,
Then, now… and for time to come.

Alhamdulillah