I wonder where Home really is?

Now a days my all lines of article starts with 'New City'. Even after bloody six+ months, I'm keep rambling this line 'new city isn't new anymore' and though I've the teenage crush on it this is still not the very same city which I stare at midnight and hate at morning. 

Here I'm, at last..

Much near to home,

Yet far away from here,

Never get enough of both.

I don't know where I'll go?

Will I ever stop?

I might become the divergent of road

Being the highest complexity to encode.

But when I come back far from woods,

I might wander again, to tell stories under hoods.

There where Home will welcome me I guess.

Letting me write on my own words of mess.

Here I'm at last..

Hanging between two ends,

Knowing nothing about beginning,

Oh dear I don't know what I'm missing!

After spending 20+ years in small but peaceful town I moved to this traffic jam city with big dreams and no money! But uh-oh certainly with so many advises of well wishers. With direct bombarding of 'this and that'; they were preparing me for the change, for the new city that I was soon gonna call Home. Period.

Here I'm at last…

Much near to home!!!

Now this word gives me strange feeling, few months back I was so excited to explore new things, didn't want to go back hometown and now even couple of days of holidays making me think about going back to native. And  I just don't know the reason. Is excitement over? Or It's just the irritation? May be I'm not old enough to understand but anyway the young blood is settled here, adjusted here anyway.

Old City : Purani Jeans

New city, Same Weirdness

Today when I see the first rain of city, or just wander here and there to know something that is hidden beneath, I recognized roads that I had no idea existed few months ago, the grocery store man and panipuri guy near my place recognize me and I've even found friends in this stinky city. But where did I go wrong? Trying to make this new city just like my old one to get that home feeling was mistake? Making same memories and finding the same spots here; was that a mistake? Just dunno. Now feelings are mixed up just like un-even shot of tequila and soda. Now when I go back to native I have to use public transport and they charge me more thinking I don’t know my old city. I get big laugh inner-side, probably on me that how much things have changed vice versa. 

I feel numb wondering where home really is, in those old roads where I learned my first bicycle ride or on these big roads where I go on long drive at night. I'm running between two home and never getting enough of both.  

                                                                                                                             -Kemil Ghoghari (MS)