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!
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
