The Home

Where is it?

Where is my home?

I crossed a path

which rose like a God

in the middle of nowhere

and which helped me reach

a place called home.

Home was where i saw a lady

with a perfect smile

and absolute peace in her eyes

She welcomed me 

and allowed me to sleep forever.

When I woke up,

an eternity had passed

but the lady who still stood there

was not aged even a minute.

I looked myself in the mirror

and saw my beautiful face.

This was when I was born..again.

I cried in happiness and requested her -

not to let anything corrupt my soul

and not let me wander without purpose

in this world.

I wanted to stay at Home.

But as always, despite my good intentions,

i got attracted to the tree of knowledge

and my breath walked ahead

just to die again.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is far & away the best thing I've read of yours & also one of the best things I've read in a month. This has the perfect "mystical fable" sound to it . . . like "The Alchemist" . . . the way this sounds, the reader just knows it's going to end up imparting a huge kernel of wisdom at the end. And you don't disappoint. You really deliver. This is everything the mystical stories try to be . . . enlightening, thought-provoking, leading the reader to his/her own interpretation rather than trying to preach a singular (biased) message. Also, I love that the ending is stated with tolerance, not shame. It's not shameful to be fallible human beings & that's the spirit in which you deliver this sad & unavoidable verdict (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ruth]

Gaurav, this is superb! :) The cycles of life and rebirth, the true "home" I imagine is one of being light and free, a wonderful chance to sleep perhaps...I really enjoyed this piece, excellent writing :)