A/N- An old batch of poem to loving the nature and the call of soul.

A spur of the moment,
that's all it takes to make the decision.
so unprecise and unwaved.
A decision,
To take the path untravelled by.
To leave the world of worldly desires.
For coming back to the place
where our hearts always belonged.
Leaving behind what they all say 'maya'.
I left,
left the expectations,
the 'just on face' relations,
the stage I built and worked for years,
the name,
the fame.
I left it all.
Standing on the terrains, am writing this,
but there ain't a moment, am regretting this.
Never shall I ever.
Even though the people once who chanted that they loved me so,
now post the dreads
I never seemed would come through.
It's okay though
because after years of longing,
of running through the rat race.
I am here. now! Here
where I was always supposed to be.
I am finally me.

A/N- Mountains have Been something my soul seeks for! I don't know why ! I have never been there although. Nor I was born. But somehow my heart desires to return to the mountains. As if a connection of past lies. Unsaid and unknown, yet calling.