If the walls could Speak

.Emptiness 

That day I was looking at a Photograph of my Home, Home– I usually do not use the term because of few simple reasons, like other young adults, I too have An uncustomised and Unpolished sense of Freedom, which is yet to be edited. Though, this sense was seeded in me and grew stronger even before I started to understand things properly. This sense has been with me since the time, when I used to blame my surrounding for the bad side I have, for all the failures I've been through till my understanding.  

Neither I'm matured enough to understand everything nor have I seen so many things that I do not need your advice to grow in life, I'm just a mere creation of my biological parents, also the God's, and who's currently under metamorphosis of a normal human being, trying to end the riot between her powers to get Attached and to get detached, effortlessly, and to feel beyond. 

At the starting, the Photograph of my home that I mentioned is nothing but of a wall's. A wall with a crack and full of memories, Oh also some mosses here and there, giving a greenish hue to it. 

The wall holds so much of me, so many of me. 

I've looked at my House, while living in it, I've looked at it while I was passing by, through the passer-by's eye.

I've known both ways. 

I have felt the Home in this house.

I've witnessed the House in this Home. 

I've been into the soul of the child who belongs to this Home, I've been in the mind of the societal critiques. 

In this another marathon of mind and soul, I found comfort in that crack on the wall, which engulfed my thoughts, my worries, screams to a different universe where no wounds, no praise could touch me, swallow me or come near to me. Which Silently took me to another paradise where no human could act inhumane, where Peace, Beauty, love, kindness speak, where The south side of each human would not be Neglected but dealt with compassion and care.

A paradise beyond Human mind. Beyond the world of Riot. Beyond Lust snd desire. Beyond power and race. Just a world of a 10 years old child. 

Now, it feels extremely and unexplainably Peaceful to see some moss and plant taking over my place.