So many times I wonder if life experience is different for different persons And I come to think that but everything life is a bed of rose.
"is a house truly a home when your loved ones are gone?"
Often I wonder where life would drive me, where my foot would step, people my hand would shake, places my future holds...And I look back at my home and say one day just one day it won't be like it used to. Family is the one thing that binds us but memories which we share with our families In a particular house binds us to that house an60th d we call it a home.
Photography : all shots by me@itzfeelinqx
Here, I once laughed, cried, married, quarreled, danced, felt sick, walked etc here was once my pride but now destroyed in the cold hands of nature. Oh my home sweet home, who will teach me to forget those memories that you hold, where will ever be like you, which house would return the unity that you bring, the love, honesty, oneness, where Could replace you in our lives.
Nature, the beauty that glows the environs of the earth. You exquisite beauty shines like The star. The fragrance of You tells us we are alive but your cold hands a Storm we never pray for. Who could save us for you? Be nice to us even though we sometimes misuse the good things that you offer.
On Wednesday 16-05-18, like every other day again you starred fear in my mind as I came back to see what you've made of my home.
Once My house but will always be my home.
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