when holiday lost its meaning...

there was a time when expressions where different
there was a time when the air had a different fragrance
there was a time when festive had a different charm
there was a time when the smile was different
there was a time when house was called home
there was a time when a word had significance

the expressions will get back to normal
the air will again have its fragrance
the festive will regain some of its charm
the smile will always get back to face
the house might become home again
the word would never have its significance

I remember the happiness of going to home on holidays
planning each day
planning every meal
planning shopping
gossiping the dues
getting to know the incidents occurred
exploring the cupboards for new things bought in your absence
talking endlessly
craving to say everything
using every second every moment not to lose any
smiling all round the clock
seeing the happiness of them.........
and so on. . . . .and. . . . . on

it hurts to remember those
yet things done

life has become a contradiction-a paradox
when i feel like saying "i feel lonely, i like to be lonely" simultaneously