Musings Of A Disoriented Critter

Colours Radiance of morning skies of dreams that once were the dreams we make our own Here I lie in the serenity of colours, of radiance, listening to love, feeling life fleet an ounce a time and it's beautiful! every bit of it!  It's beautiful!

For years did I run, In search for home: In places new, And in places old- Search I did, But in vain without realising, That all these years, "I" was home, "I" am home.