Coming home is like a vacation, the same we took while we were young. Its relaxing, serene and calming. But its hard to be away from home. So this poem is dedicated all those people, with nostalgia associated to their home and job life keeps them away.
If ever there was an award for “The most infrequent blogger ever”, no wonder I would have been the king, dethroning every other for the last year or the previous one before that.
Short Stories- Part 1 Coffee: I like the way it keeps me awake at night. I can laugh, shout, love without any disturbances. I hate it the way it keeps me awake at night while my boss gently sleeps.