Wandering

To travel the world is not about going place to place,
All it is about to explore the internal space!
We wander in search of the peace, beauty and dreams;
To silence our soul’s screams.
 
Some dream of visiting Paris, some want to live in Kashi.
Most have guts to bid goodbye rest’s heart is squashy.
A journey ends then begins a new,
Many stories end still perpetual are few!
 
The human body gets tired of travelling;
But the mind, name of next destiny, keep babbling.
The soul is the one who knows the true meaning of peace.
With every voyage, the broken heart find one of its pieces!
 
I am a traveller who looks beyond a panorama;
I don’t collect photos of a place I gather its aroma.
I immensely love mountain’s highness and equally river’s depth.
My legs cover land’s enormity and eyes tour sky’s breadth.
 
Life is a journey in itself, and we all are travellers;
Measuring the route between birth to death, we are callipers.
To travel the world is not about going place to place,
All it is about to explore the internal space!