Way to home…

It’s a long way. It’s a tiring journey. It takes a lot of my time and energy. But I travel that. Because at the end of the road lies heaven. Yes! I’m talking about the way to home.

In the middle of night, on my bed little sleepy, little tired, I’m pondering the long journeys I take to reach home and feel the ecstasy of being home. Being home is colorful. It brings me the fragrance of the rose romancing with the dew drops. It’s the ultimate.

But the journey to home is more of a matter to think with souls. It’s the first door opened before me to an all new world of insights, realizations and revelations. Every new path tells me a new secret that has been hidden from me from the start of the universe. But the way to home, every time I take it, reveals before me the greatest secrets that no one else knows.

I look at the old tree standing alone on the middle of the river. It has a new story to tell about generations.

Look at the endless valley that takes you to the end of world. It’s been the same for ages but still it sing the song of death and life in a new rhythm and dance with new steps.

The clouds, the mist, the sunrays, the twilight, the beheaded statue, the mountain, the small house hanging on the mountain, the ever roaring river, the howling wind… all are the same; very same. But every time I confront them, they have something new to share with me.

Sometimes a lost memory hiding beneath the bed of gray leaves, sometimes it’s a dream buried on my backyard. Some times it’s a question I’ve never thought about, sometimes gratitude, sometimes grudge, and sometimes answers I was seeking for to the enigmas.

It’s the journey that brings me all my happiness, serenity, and beauty of mind back and makes me that old child who used to wonder at everything on his way. It’s a journey back to life…