Its a Long Way to Home

Its a long way to home,
From dawn till dusk,

With the rays sprouting
and dying at the day's end,
From the new beginning
to the invariably same end,

The walk to the bus stop,
waiting amidst the crowd,
The stampede to catch a bus
Pulled out of the bus
in a stream of people
by the rushed crowd
My stop has come

The thoughts unfurling
As I continue to walk
towards my office
In absorbed solitude
To begin my day's work.

Its a long way to home,
From the slogging
Facing a brightly lit screen,
For hours, sometimes dozing
and sometimes straining my eyes
Its a long way to home

The drowsiness with the passing hours,
the uneasiness creeping over me
the eager waiting for every mealtime
As a veritable pause in the gruntwork
Its still a long way to home.

Finally the time to resume my journey
Changing buses,
The walk back home,
Amongst the desolate faces
All wishing to reach sooner,
Its a long way to home for everybody

Nearer to home now,
Walking closer each moment,
It occurs to me, out of the blue
"There's no one waiting for you"

I reach an empty room,
With furnitures and all
But deadly quiet, not a soul
This can't be a home.

Home is still a long way..
A destination yet unknown.