Home, Wherever it may be.

And once I had written upon that little wall of my room – ‘home wherever it may be’...day and night I used to stare it missing my home left behind and wondering about all those homes that would be.  That room was a home too –which had sheltered me at the worst of my times. And then there were memories of my home – held even then so close. How else could I have traveled so much, had I not considered every foot-step – a new home. Sometimes it was  disastrous – like those when I had flue. And I used to fight and complain why the hell was it my home. and  then there were moments to laugh and smile in those arms and thank my stars for making it my home.

So open was I that every person offered a new dome. All became a family, even random became a home. at times it felt strange, as if exploring your own home – frozen in time’s snow. And yet, it felt new and refreshing in the warmth of that newly found clog. Every gesture of kindness was an act of love – of someone own. every misdeed of world – was something to be forgiven on your own. It felt like a battle – the once that makes one a foam – to absorb the doings of time – and yet let it drown under time’s snow.

Wonder and adventure was at times missing – and suffocation trolled over a house ancient grown. And yet, one revitalized under those laughter and moans. Intensities are after all – another name of home. and wherever you feel like – you can make it – your very own home. after all, its all about feelings and emotions. House or home – are merely our head’s notions. Put your heart into anyone or anything, and there ties a new bond and string. There you find peace and warmth. That mother’s love, those father’s arms – so strong. 

Written By - Mystical Wanderer