Stuck in a perception of immobility
left to wander through these waves
of memory and illusion
dwelling on idle thoughts of travel
and the highway siren serenade
Remembering that summer road trip
west on unthought backroads
winding from Chicago to Los Angeles
stopping at lost legends
and gawking at decaying attractions
I fell in love with a waitress
daydreaming in a forgotten diner
sharing cigarettes and spare change
I wrote her a letter every day
silly romantic nothings never sent
and I wonder where she is these days
did she ever find her true way home
The song fades out
last number on the A side
flip the record and start again
drifting further out
into tides of lovesick nostalgia
Unknown places unknown peoples and Unknown routes. I don't know weather I come back here or not.. Most probably not, because this place serves no important place in my life. But these roads across the vegetations and fields are really brings me something very nostalgic. And actually I don't know the purpose of this journey which I am going though now. But I know one thing that right now it brings me immense peace. Its a relief for me from all the stress that I am going through.
Some people Often tends to get spiritual, while seeing an idle or temple. And they don't care the situations, they just show their respect to god even in running buses. And I used to cr...
The rain is a way too different experience. And when it is accompanied by a train journey, its just amazing. Now its about to sun set. This was the heavy rain that I have experienced ever in a train journey.
Travel is my passion. I would die for it, literally.
Its the so called "heaven opened" moments. Now I can see those rain drops even in the street light. Rain drops are glittering like diamonds. If some one asked me which is the most divine moment you ever experienced? I will definitely say that, it was the first time I stretched my hands to welcome the rain into me. And its not a childhood story, its present day story. That cold and that shivering, ...
Plans will be made again.
Hotels will be booked again.
Planes will rise again.
Sand castles will be made again.
Mountain peaks would be reached again.
Waves would kiss your feet again.
We will travel again.
I wanna travel, move around like a nomad.
Walk, till my feet hurt
And the pain is nothing but numbness.
Explore, till I no longer know the difference between happy and sad.
I wanna run, till the waves are tired of playing along.
The world is my home.
I wanna spend eons watching the sun rise and set, the Aurora dance. Watch life and death becoming one.
I wanna fly, never to return....
With my new found freedom till the universe and I are one.
I hate not being there and giving you 100 percent like you deserve. But I promise you when I get back I will forever and always be yours.
I know most people lie and play with people’s emotions but I promise you I’m not that person.
You were put in my life for me to love Annie. Not to hurt. Not a fling but some thing we spend the rest of our lives building on. I’ve never had someone understand me like you do. Even though I have been happy in relationships in the past I’ve never felt so level with someone. I sometimes felt so different that I started thinking that maybe It would be best to not even try another relationship. With you I finally feel like I can just open up and be my...
“We are talking after years but
it doesn't feel like talking after years. I can't belive this ?” She exclaimed with joy over phone .
“Its because though far away , we travel with each other in loops of time & love everyday. ” He said quietly looking at her picture .
#love #distance #time #years #travel
The road looks bumpy,
the traveller getting restless and grumpy..
The big, the bright, the golden sun,
tossing the messy hair in a neat bun..
The lush green trees around,
those little children playing on ground..
The leaves, the flowers.. dancing and swirling in the wind,
the dark clouds shyly grinned..
The silent, the tranquil sparkling lake,
the flock of flamingos taking a break..
The hills, the valleys..the mountains and the grass,
the shepherd feeding his flocks as the travellers pass..
The beautiful journey..is truly a treasure,
the mystical experience is beyond any measure..
Crawling across the cosmic veil
investigating interstellar secrets
hidden deep within anachronous galaxies
lost to the pulse of history
spread out among the distant nebulae
wondering what lies beneath
the phantom atmosphere
what undiscovered geography
is waiting to be known
at the awakening of alien suns
in the coastal skies
We are the last explorers in flight
challenging the cresting event horizon
and the enveloping chill of the void
in the next county over,
there is a giant causeway
shaped like a four-leaf clover
i follow its twist and turns,
a journey of madness ending in
a slow descent
into a city made for leaving
yet, i just can’t seem to stay away
- ashley jane
Do you wanna travel with me?
Would you want to get to know me for who I am? And learn all the sad and happy things about me?
Would you realise why I might have the sweetest smile is probably because I keep myself happy outside because inside I'm feeling lonely?
Would you spend some extra time with me to learn about my crazy little mind and tiny habits that I wouldn't notice?
Would you perhaps think of all the reasons why you'll like to spend some time with me without hoping for too much?
Will you notice that your presence would calm me down instantly?
Would you get to know me enough to let me into your mind and share your little secrets or feelings just because,
Would you be grateful to have ...
I am about to leave my country and move to another one for further studies. I am not ashamed to say that I am shit scared. It's not as if I havnt gone abroad ever, I have. But this time it's different. This time I am going all alone, this time I am going for an extended stay, this time the college is not of my first choice, this time I am not even sure whether I want to continue this field lifelong or not, this time I am leaving not with a guy I thought I would, this time hardly any of my friends know I am leaving.
This time it's different.
Importantly, In the last few months, I have been seeking help for my anxiety. Needless to say, that is a concern. I am concerned what if the anxiety g...
In five to ten years, I want to save up money, plan two tiny houses, find where I want to put them, buy a camper, buy a piece of land, fix the land, start building both tiny houses, start a small farm, and start traveling. I want to live
I don't know from where to start Miss S. My heartfelt gratitude for taking me to Kasol. I heard before that it's a second homeland to Israelis. I practically saw people of Israel & how much happy they were there. During the three days of our stay, I met many people, trying to find that face of whom I told you before. In recent two years, I have got many Israeli friends & I am happy about that but that face is long gone, you know whose. Anyways, why I am narrating you all these? Because it's you who read my mind & told me to visit Kasol. Many many thanks for being with me & I love your company. In the long end, while writing this I was having a cup of coffee, feeling the cold breeze of the Him...
Otro viaje al pueblo de tu padre
para dejar cosas
que en tu cuarto ya no caben,
para hacer espacio a una cama grande,
donde al estar al fin juntos los dos
aprendamos a conocernos mejor,
ver series y pelis
y cada noche...hacer el amor.
I am like a water bubble
If I think of you,
I burst myself
You are like a train
And I am like a railway track,
you reverberate my core.
You are my travel log,
It’s new and old
It’s love and an example
My questions start from you,
And end at you.
This is my first step towards you♥️
//let new adventures begin//
Her father always said:
they don't have enough to travel the world
not even the neighbouring state
or the annual fair in their district
so, she trained herself
and found a way
to feed her curious mind
she was geographically confined
decided to start her planning
way ahead of time.
On many nights,
she'd pluck the stars
from the clear sky
and glitter her treasured maps
she navigated routes
and painted them with
the tint of the flowers
in her backyard
On many mornings,
she'd become more organized
by weaving backpacks of
discomforting words of the mass
these travel bags were
hollow and void
also, offered space for her jar
full of memories and joy