Why Travel?

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Journey to a new place, for me, is like the best kind of love affair; where you learn a new language to express your love, where you seize who you are, who you’re in love with, where sometimes lose track of where you’re going but still carry on for the thrill and adventure, and where with every journey begins a love story, some classic, some great and some which last forever. For all you know, it doesn’t even matter if the story has been written before, because no two love stories can ever be the same.

Journey to a foreign land, for me, is like a quest for the unknown, where we travel in search of both self and anonymity. We battle between who we are and who we should be, where we are and where we should be. We travel to lose ourselves, and sometimes to find ourselves. As Pico Iyer sagely puts it, ” What we find outside ourselves has to be inside ourselves for us to find it.”

So, when I ask myself, why do I want to see the world? Why is it essential to go to a place, and then why write about it later? My head says, “Because I want to examine different cultures, experience different lifestyles, explore different opportunities, embrace different moments.” While my heart says, “Because I just want to try and find a piece of myself everywhere I go to put together one day.” I would say, a tourist is merely a person who complains, “It’s not the same as in my country.” Whereas a traveler claims, “It’s not the same anywhere I go.” Traveling is not a just a hobby or holiday, it’s a way of life. For this life I would travel everywhere, anywhere, sometimes again, and sometimes even if it means falling in love over a 100 times.

The Rebirth

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I feel inspired

Sitting under tangled threads

Amidst a creative revolution

One space. Infinite grace.

Looking on the brighter side

Worth a golden glaze

Charcoal face

Where were thou?

Mistakes men make

Vanished by a prayer to the sky

Waiting on a frozen spot

We slide into a new life.

Today, my thoughts turn one.

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Today, I complete one year of blogging.

One year of struggling to put my thoughts down on paper.

One year of rummaging for topics to write.

One year of self-discovery.

One year of mixed emotions.

One year of integrity & individuality.

One year of understanding my strengths & weaknesses.

One year of improvising, learning new tricks of writing.

One year of reading some very inspiring blogs.

One year of disseminating grief.

One year of sharing happiness.

One year of accumulating support from fellow bloggers, family & friends.

One year of being able to be me.

Time and tide wait for no one.

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I wish I could go back in time,

read Gulliver’s Travel and The Last Leaf,

write letters and notices,

maybe even a few poetry with rhyme.

 

So often I wonder,

only if I had taken more time,

to understand grammar and punctuation,

check my spellings twice.

 

What if Shakespeare read my poetry,

I would have to disappear for a lifetime,

but before I do that,

at least peruse his work so fine.

 

I wish I could go back in time,

remember the words of Caesar,

fall in love with Frost,

not miss out precious years left behind.

 

This is in response to The Daily Post Challenge: Back to School

No more pressing to be freshly pressed!

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It’s been a year since I published my first post on this blog and ever since then I have dreamt, worked hard, waited and waited some more for my blog to be noticed by WordPress and make an appearance on freshly pressed. In the meanwhile, I expanded my horizons and started five other blogs. Thinking my luck would strike somewhere sometime at least, but no luck at all. Sometime back I even lost hope in writing, I had a so called “writers block” for a while until I was re-inspired by my fiancé to commence writing again. So I did.

In order to encourage me further and get me back into the flow of writing; he even put across a challenge where I would need to suggest him three blogs everyday which I found worth a read. But surprisingly, instead of sending him links to just three blogs, I used to end up sending him more. I could never decide which three to choose from the lot. They were all just so good, and astonishingly most of them went unnoticed. Before I had accepted the challenge, I thought being freshly pressed was the ultimate thing. The most prestigious and gratifying experience, one without which any good writer/blogger is incomplete. But today, I realized that the mark of a good or even excellent writer/blogger is not the work that gets the most lauds but one that is written purely with passion. Just as beautifully said by William Wordsworth, “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

This post is in response to A Daily Post Challenge: Flip Flop.

With what there is…

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We live by the calmness of the night sky
To hear the frequency inside
Searching for the right words
Reigning over our mind.

We live by the might of time
Running towards destiny
Set upon the helm of life
Begins a journey, to fine.

We live by the mediocrity of choice
Compromising over scanty tries
Beyond a rife of chance we go
Making each step quantify.

We live by the words of deep trance
Exploring the reflections implied
Lost incognito identity
Dodging the return back to being.

We live by the soul of cosmic creation
Untying the string of hope
Traversing through miles
Into another world of our own.