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.
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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