STOP!!

STOP!!.
When will you ever say Stop!, this is my Stop.
This is where i stop.
I am tired and weary from all the travelling,
tired of all the wonderful cities with their
magic and monuments, energy and enthusiasm,
and of people always pleasing and perfect.(chintu)

STOP!!.
When will you ever say Stop!, this is my Stop.
This is where i stop.
This is where i will find my ground,
a place where i build my home with my own hands.
Where i will grow my garden of flowers and fruits
and of course plenty vegetables.(need to find one here)

STOP!!.
When will you ever say Stop!, this is my Stop.
This is where i stop.
Where i will my find my favorite spot on the hill
over looking the awesome waterfall.
Where i sit there irrespective of it being a work-day,
writing down my imaginations of dreams, heroes, witches and dragons.
Where along will come a flying saucer and i become the
first ambassador of human-kind.(guess who?)

STOP!!.
When will you ever say Stop!, this is my Stop.
This is where i stop.
This is where i will find my peace.
This is where i will find my girl.
This is where we will grow two more.
Until as they say 'death do us apart'.(ghurram)



(This started as a Rhyme when i was getting down from a bus to get home,started with-- Stop, This is my stop, this is where i get down and walk home.And that was it, but some neurons made some more connections and then it became weird and so it found its place here:), the credit for this weirdness can be attributed to discussions with a couple of friends )