That's home

Last night,

I was looking for the unknown address of joy

Someplace where I can find peace

Where I will be away from the rat race

And,

Just before the lights went out

I found a piece of paper

Dull and torn

Old yellow pages

A few syllables occupied the small space

But now was it worth to wait for the lights ?

Will this piece decode the address of joy?

Thinking that loud in head

I pressed each switch on the board

Was just expecting it to bring back the luck that's no more

Tired of my search operation

I decided to close off this session

Alone in the room filled with dark

I hit the hay building castles in the air

But this didn't help the one who was desolate

A bell rang out loud and clear

Not excited anymore 

Neither in the mood to get up, still I opened the door

Gusts of laughter passed

All of a sudden, the wet weekend turned into seventh heaven

Many Footsteps followed in the darkness

Bags landed on ground, people started chit-chatting loud

Everyone lay flat on couch

The room was no more dark

The dead silence turned noisy

Only thing which struck me 

Was that every clear spot turned messy

Warm hugs and sweet memories replaced the emptiness within

I found peace in that one embrace and posted my worries to bin

All roads lead to Rome but 

The one which is the best one 

That's home