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Soulful Travel

Wanderlust
(n.) An irresistible desire to travel to understand one’s very existence

Why do you travel?
Yes, I travel.
To follow the echo,
Of millions of souls I pass by.

Don’t you travel?
We all do.
To soothe the longing ache,
Of your never ending wanderlust.

Day after day, day after day,
To cross seas and rivers
To see the majestic ocean,
Lying idle on the face of earth,
As if admiring the sky.

We bump each other.
Cross paths,
Heading to the same place,
But taking different routes.

Beautiful memories. Summers. Winters.
Grand feasts, gaily dances.
Weaving together, the tapestry of life.
Painting together, the kaleidoscope of sky.

Creating harmonious symphonies,
We leave our shadows behind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

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Why do we travel?

Why do you travel?
Yes, I travel.
To follow the echo,
Of millions of souls I pass by.

To find new paths.
The scent of the fresh grass calls me every time.
Then the north wind whispers.
The sunshine pleads to cross roads,
And deviate.

To follow the flock of birds,
Here and there.
Flutter by. Changing directions.
To follow the rainbow hues.
To reach great places. Sometimes cramped holes.
To get drenched. Or blown away.
To get welcomed, hugged. Or swayed away by nasty faces.

To make friends. Loads of friends, believe me.
To make them feel good. Feel good about themselves.
Called the favorite part of my journey.
Festivities and grandeur.
Pray together, laugh together.

Beautiful memories, grand feasts, gaily dances.
Weaving together, the tapestry of life.
Painting together, the kaleidoscope of sky.
Creating harmonious symphonies,
We leave our shadows behind.

And then there are good-byes.
The part we can’t omit.
But we promise to meet again.
Somewhere. Some place under a different shade.

So, to travel to find the self.
To travel to find my soul.
To travel, because we are searching for a place that makes one feel home.
To believe, one day I’ll find a place,
A place which is worth calling home.
That day I’ll stop. No more travel. Promise.

Yes, I travel.
I get lost.
Yet, I travel.

We all do, on this face of earth.
If not as a poet, then as a poem.

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Do you write stories?

Do you write stories?

Here you own everything that happens to you.
You, your life, your stories.

Want to write one?
So, phrase by phrase.
Add some rain. And it’s smell.
Would you mind adding some noise? Some whispers?
Some glitter of her eyes.

You like sour? You like sweet?
So add some lemony tang or a martini twist.
Some tears. Especially the salty ones!
Some broken strands of hair.
That time in your mother’s lap! ❤
Never ending hugs. Or that gentle kiss?

Won’t you write about those giggles? That laughter.
All that wait and longing.
Some love. Some emptiness?

People, places and memories. Remember some?
Were there any worth writing for?
What were the best things that happened to you in your journey?
And don’t forget write about how it started.

All it needs to wait and see how the story ends.
Or may be it’s not about the ending.
Happy, or sad.
May be it’s about the story. 

After all at the end, we all are just stories.

 

Do write one. Start today 🙂 In other words I mean, life is short and is meant for living, live it to the fullest. Gather as much memories you can and create a beautiful tale. Do share if you like! and follow the blog for more posts, plus check previous ones, you gonna like them.

Wish to change? Why?

We are each thread in the tapestry of life, an instrument in the divine orchestra, a color of the rainbow and the entire spectrum, unique and yet part of the same whole, you are me and I m you! Embrace your uniqueness.

So I saw he was constantly delved into the idea that “People change so do YOU!” That’s not so right. You can’t just change for others.
So, C-H-A-N-G-E This six letter word. They say change is the only constant phenomenon. Right.

Ever wondered what’s common between people, perceptions and priorities? They change. That’s what you’ll hear from everyone out there. But the truth is one doesn’t change, it’s just the mask that falls off. You are perfect as you are. Imperfectly though.
How hard you try to change, you would gravitate back. Why? Because. .. Because it’s meant to be that way. So don’t think much. Don’t think ever to change for someone. You can’t wish to change yourself for people. After all why you are the one who has to change in order to compromise? You want to change? Change for yourself. For the greater good. But not for someone who doesn’t even care about how you are right now. The sole reason for change should be YOU yourself. Only you. Gandhi said, “Be the change, you want to see.” There must be a reason. No?

Seen a butterfly? It is the result of a transformation from the caterpillar. If there were no change in this world., there would be no butterflies. It changes for itself, it’s SOUL. Well well, nature continues to teach us the basics of living!

It all happens as its meant to be. Things go in the right direction. All it requires is to wait and see how the story ends. When its finished. You would notice things weren’t random at all.

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What no one tells you about your mother’s love?

“Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story. Because, hers is where yours begin.”~Mitch Albom

Yesterday was my mother’s birthday, piece by piece my mother was being stolen from me. I was thinking to write this post yesterday and show it to my mother as a surprise but I couldn’t even do that. I like to call her ‘maa’, but I hardly do. We never express our love for her. Neither do I. I feel she knows. She knows it all. Anyways here it is. When it comes to understand her love, it’s difficult! really! Let’s figure it out together!

It’s a holiday!, I shouted.
No, come here sit beside me for a while. She said.
I was busy with my summer internship work,sat by the laptop for the entire day. She cared for me. Even today when I am writing this I had to complete a report and didn’t go for dinner. She was the one who was bothered about me from 10 o’ clock itself to come and have dinner. But I didn’t go.Now I feel cruel. I should have gone.

Mother.
She’s a woman who’ll not only hear, but listen, take your side forever,tell the truth — or not,as her child needs it. A woman you can count on,no matter what happens, and who’ll love you no matter how bad you may make her feel. As she sees you grow, she would bless you every day.  But don’t you think why she’s harsh on the surface? Yes, she’s harsh only on the surface.

“Every tiny detail about her, her flaws, her laughter, her love,everything and anything about her holds a special place for me in the world.”

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“God know that a mother need fortitude and courage and tolerance and flexibility and patience and firmness and nearly every other brave aspect of the human soul.” ~Phyllis McGinley

People say mother’s hug- The only drug that works every time, costs nothing and has no side effects. I don’t hug my mother often. She says it looks artificial. I say all other kids do hug their moms, why can’t I . The very moment she hugs me. And that’s the most beautiful moment for me, when I forget everything and get back to those good old days, when we spent a good time together.

“Maybe a mother wasn’t what she seemed to be on the surface.” So, how to get to know her?

Sometimes she’s there to lighten the darkness. At other point of time she’s there to shield when lightning streaks the night and when thunder shakes the earth. She’s there to love, And her love has no beginning or an end.
We  have once shared the same body. Now there’s a part of her in mine and mine in her soul. I know she’s getting old day by day, year by year. But there’s something permanent and inexpressable, about losing her — a wound that will never quite heal. It would be a goodbye to myself. Losing a part of mine.Forever. But a part of her’s would be still there in me, which would keep me alive.

Oh God! bless our mothers, she’s the reason of our very being. To know her just close your eyes and go to the deepest part of your heart and you’ll find the answer.

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