When some journeys fill our eyes with a plethora of images, and the people whom you meet on the way fills our instills to learn more and more and finally one would easily differentiate between home and house.



Family, Home and House

One would never get loved,
Unless the lover plans it.
One would never get murdered,
Unless the murderer plans for it.

One would never get peace,
Unless a day, it's given in splendid and 
Until when one adorns and sleeps 
after the title 'Rest In Peace'.

Yet, one wouldn't never learn to live 
Unless he plans the sketch of his life.
And so is success and failure
And so is happiness and sorrow 
And so is time and it's worth.

And so is again the start of 
the unending journeys of life,
where you learn to 
move with the wave and cloud
Despite all the flood and drought.

And so be man, and he is
Well his lady, never defer in these
And made a perfect family, 
which they called their home, 
when it wasn't even a house.

© Parvathy Ramachandran

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