All the paths lead to Rome...

The glistening rays of sun,when falls upon the ocean,it brings out all the charisma on the surface rooted in the deep water.Waves wave with more grace,assuring the world about the beauty it holds.And when the bird makes arch in the air with it's movement and then clings his feet on ocean basin;he leaves his temporary mark over there which disappear so soon that one can only imagine if it was ever there or not...

The thick and gigantic trees,shadowing over the ocean,are mature and leaning a bit to the earth.Some are still arrogant and rich in green and fresh leaves but the most of them are of ages.I wonder these little cottages are everything for them when they're just a square of clay for an ordinary eye.The children are like moon which accompanies us in our journey-take slow pace when we walk and run if we run.A similarity makes them one.

The journey seems to have no end...

And as the sun sets and darkness flutters it's wing;a mysterious horror prevails on everything.The dead sun is seen nowhere.It is as if a witch has cursed the sun and now it is doomed.The charismatic ocean is still and silent.It's waves have stopped flowing for the fear of those whispering which if that demon heard,he might dive again into the river to make it impure.The bird has become the victim of this hungry night and now,thrown on the shore.Drops are mourning over his death but again screams are forbidden.The trees are now possessed and overwhelming the ocean with their wrath.Those doll's houses are now demolished in anger and now only emptiness resides here.Moon?!...It was an illusion.

The journey seems to have an end...