In the end I will be HOME

The last bus on the bus stop 

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I could have caught it easily 

But I stood a meter away from the stop

Without a rush in my mind 

With my hands in my hoodies pocket 

The bus started moving

I still had time 

To catch it

To reach my final destination 'My Home'

Without any trouble

And lay down the soft mattress

Covering my lazy body with soft duvet 

And after some ruffling and shuffling in the bed drift off in the dream land.

But I stood there 

Without a rush in mind

My hands in my hoodies pocket 

I could have hailed a cab 

My journey would have been easier 

Dropping me at the entrance of 'HOME'

But I chose not to take the bus or a cab today 

But roam an unexplored path

An unexplored road 

Which we forgot Because we chose the bus to rode 

My final destination is still the same 

But the path I chose is a little bit different

In the night where everyone is in deep sleep 

I ran a little through those scary, quite unplanned streets 

Checking one of the things on my bucket lists

Running on the empty road

Without the fear of being seen .

I walked along the lamp posts 

It took me some time 

To understand the turns 

A really long walk to reach the final destination 

I also feel down while running down the road 

Instead of being embarrassed I laughed upon myself

Without the fear of being seen

The destination being HOME

I finally reached it 

Physically exhausted

But not mentally tired

Tomorrow I will again take a different unexplored path again ,

My destination will still be the same

But the path I will chose will be different 

'HOME'