This, we call life.

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Things, things are made of these days
Volumes, of volumes around us
Material is immaterial
Secrets within secrets they lie.

Acts behind acts is living these days
Takes after takes we call life
Artificial is real
Signs within signs they find.

Know, known is unknown these days
Delay in delaying the wait
Unshown is shown
Time within time they slide.

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.

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.

A sense of life

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What is a dream?
It’s something you see with your heart open.

What is an inspiration?
It’s something you hear from the silence that lies within.

What is an accomplishment?
It’s something you taste only after digesting hardships.

What is an opportunity?
It’s something you smell even before it has arrived within your sight.

What is an emotion?
It’s something you touch without any entity.

What is a lifetime?
It’s something you sense when that something is what really matters. Only thing that matters!

You are what you eat!

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Life is all candy outside
You bite it
The taste lingers a while
While you return to innocence

Too much is never enough
You crave it
Then it makes you sick
Only for a while though

Indulgence leads the way
You get high on it
Till the sugary rush mellows
Till reality hits you from below

Life is all candy outside
You live it
Coated with sweet dreams
With a dark filling inside.