We’ve all got to get back home!

There are few lanes that bring you to happiness

Few bring in unpleasant, morose acquaintances

Then, there are roads, leading you to insecurities

Some teach you a few important lessons

For, some are strict while some are creamy

All is said, all is done, lesson learnt well and gone

If some streched gardens and rivers on the either sides

Some, accompanying your journey are deserts and thorns

Then, there are those roads that take you

To where you do not belong

To let you lose to the house of dark clouds

To where exit lies no where
You were brought,

Either, by the wrong directions of the breeze

Or by simply stumbling in

If the shallowness, the emptiness, the quite solitude

Had never before, seen through your soul

With the other colors when you don’t blend in

Leave marks of your own, scratches, bumps, bruises

Blinded by an illusion, a mirage of the non- existence

Of what you otherwise believed

Then again, they help you make sense;

Of why there are a few people in life

Who had your back every time.

In the end it’s all about finding the right roads

Although, there are sometimes, lots of,

Crossroads, cuts, wrong ends, pin bends!

When maps prove useless, because there aren’t any for life

The roads just have their own tributaries

Some just end into a mere wall, while others may bring a fatal fall

The roads’ have its bosom friend, the criminal time

And, it plays you as it's own!

Still, what matters is all the roads have to end sometime

And, we’ve all got to get back home.



Swati, this one is for you! For, you were sitting, beside me through out when I wrote this one.
P.S: I love you!