Break in Journey

Clicked by me at 5:15 Morning in West Coast (Alibag)

I was thinking a lot over the title of this para and then I judged it correct. I was walking for past few years on my own. it ain't long, but no less. I am a man of mistake. I did many before I started walking,  I did after i accelarated. Then i got some time to inspect my journey..
I found it difficult to face off my downfalls, I did close my eyes for sometime to gain speed. I reached to some place, accepted as 'Bull's Eye' to this world. I was happy and then my anger and sorrows controlling me. i continued to walk and I loved this speed unless i was stopped upon by something...that little thing was love.
Experience dosent teach you, perhaps this might have been said by anyone who wanted to show off his experience. I dont have any experience. I just have a feeling of life. I always have believed in real feelings and they are spectacular.
Love is the way to eliminate that all which i never wanted. I was walking for without having noticed with a burdain which I never wanted to carry. I now started to make myself light.
Now, there's some meaning to what I am doing, now I control myself.
I can say, I am alone and I laugh in full peace....I do in direction where this selfless love takes me!
World plays it all, be its part and stay enganged, Stay Disolved!

Home

Home, Its getting far and far from my reach. Someday, I wish I could be there in my grandma's shadow.
I could be lucky to feel that love again..I want to have that innocence glittering in glimpse of happiness.
I can just close my eyes and travel back riding onto my nerves and flash back all frames of memories.

My love of Home is all about people and place of my own. I shared my best with them. My music, my loneliness, my privacy, my love..the most expensive things of my own. I could be happy everyday then, moreover, I felt it everyday and every moment. It was all very ordinary but very touching.

Home....Probably I have lost my shadow of childhood and teenage back there.
When I feel alone, I put my soil back in those crafts to mold myself, for some moments, I live again.
I rejuvenate my soil, after-all we all made of soil, then I don't forget any real once's. I had got my first lessons  there, I grown my roots there to stand like a tree today.  I lived a lot again...

One morning I wake up and wait for my best friend to go up for running, come back, backpack and go to school, Pray a lot for my country, for my religion and then start up with lectures of middle school, and then come back home....

I miss everything, I miss every special one from my life. I made them special and they do it to me every now and then. In the cycle of time, I have lost them, I cry for them whenever i get time, I remind them.

Its all about memories of people which are with you, it is immortal. Everyone of us should learn to forgive, One day, when we see back, we can only feel that this wheel of time had ran with great speed. Everyday we are growing older and we see our old memories becoming new in some and other form...

Feel happy for all your people..finally they are adding meaning to your presence and place..

There shall be someone to call you back to a place..
A Place ... Called

Home!