Tiny little things that I remember and mingle,
Especially when I am lost in my mind’s jungle.
That insignificant randomness which turns into perplexing parallel universe,
Sometimes, is a blessing and sometimes becomes a curse.
Some leads to itsy-bitsy joys and some reminds dreadful floe.
Intermittently, I need to find, where it actually flows
I close my eyes and tell my wondrous abstract mind,
Life is short, to make it worthwhile,
Forget the scary lines and choose to shine!!
She is standing at a distance, freezing and numb
That old place is calling her, the only home she knew once.
The one she had made with dreams and hopes,
In the corner of her heart, that is now closed.
To turn back or go ahead,
Little confused she is to go in past!
Is it right? Is it wrong? To peep into some days that no more last.
Walking at a snail’s pace, she reaches near her old home,
Leaning on dusting wall and looking through stained dome.
Her thoughts are changing the length of her lips,
while memories run down from happiness to scream.
The moment of realization has blown her mind,
It was a hollow place without the one with whom it was built.
The house will retain experiences and wisdom,
Time has come to lock its door, throw the keys and move forward.
Stepping ahead for a new home with new wings,
She looked back once and turned around with moist eyes.
Her tears no more resembles the sadness of loss,
The old home remains inimitable,
but the new home is her destiny to find new horizons!