He was rowing his boat across the calm river. There was no one around. Calmness draped the entire coast. As scarcely there were any people accompanying their loneliness and questions over the shore. He was all alone with his curiosity as he was new, He just got a job over there. His wandering eyes were inspecting the whole place. In this journey of trail his eyes met the sky. He gazed upon it for a while. A sense of sublime poured into him as he opened his eyes wide to absorb the shining exuberance of the northern light as it followed the star which was falling , going down into the deep.. Seeing that his hands trembled, the oars swept with the tides of his loosing grip. He pushed himself aback . His hands were not in his control anymore. frantically moving and struggling with his awe. It dismantled the balance of the boat he was on. His eyes shut down as he submerged into the deep. There was no way he could keep the track of his reality. Always living a new life. He saw the world with his fresh and tired eyes, Each day passed by his questions whose answers one could never find.  

Scrapping of inextricable layers of reality as he visited them more than anyone's failures in life. Always finding himself on the same shore he wondered about his home . Unfortunately he couldn't find. In search of homes he visited many places and shores. But he couldn't find his abode anymore. " Where is the home? , where is the home?" he screamed and howled like a lions roar.  He tried to find the ones he belong to. He tried to make many friends all along. But nobody sticked with him for long. Maybe he was lunatic, maybe he was stranger in everyone's home. Maybe he was omnipresent and maybe he was there everywhere where light belongs, He wondered all this as he drowned . Maybe this is where he truly belonged. He weeped as if he was drowning in his tears.