If I could write it in prose, I would. But somethings are too deep to be described in paragraphs but it’s absolutely impossible to not write about them because they come from such force from the depths of your heart that you can’t sit still unless you have put them in words. And that’s when I turn to poetry.
Lessons learnt from Travelling in five Stanzas
We all find our own truths
travel not because the world awaits you
but because we are all born seekers of truth
and truth is not one thing that can be found at one place
rather it is one thing that you will find in all places
Wherever I travel, I’m born again
I wander into unknown alleys
I run on dusty paths
my shoes are all worn out
but my mind has been reborn
Wordsworth, I owe it to you
blame Wordsworth
for making me sing odes to nature
once I came across his poetry in a school textbook
I’ve been a traveller since then (both in mind and body)
We are all one with this world
I seek not myself
but you who is me
for the traveller knows
the world is but one single entity
Your scars are your landscapes
does the earth call
its landscapes
scars?
why should we?