La noche que nos despedimos
con un beso y un "Te amo, Cariño"
fue tan breve y tan sencillo
que para mi fue como un suspiro.
Dentro de un coche
porque era la última vez que podía mirar
al hombre que me ha enseñado a amar.
Llego a mi casa, a mi habitación
y escribo el último mensaje
que llevaba la misma hora de tu reloj:
"Gracias por haber venido hasta El Salvador
y haberme entregado tu corazón"
hacerme a la idea que al día siguiente
ya no estarás aqui,
que 9,000 kilómetros te alejarán de mi
y que de ti en un aeropuerto
no me podré despedir.
Abrazar un peluche ya no será igual
después de tu piel acariciar,
de tus sonrisas provocar,
de tus palabras haber escuch...
रोक लेता हूँ अक्सर ख़ुद को, चलते चलते उन रास्तों पर,
बैठ जाता हूँ किसी मोड़ पे, मंज़िल के मेरी उस रास्तों पर,
मंज़िल तो होगी ही मेरी खूबसूरत,
यह जो खूबसूरत सफ़र है,
लूफत उठा लेता हूँ कभी इस सफ़र की खूबसूरती का भी....
Life teach us important lesson through small events,
All we have to do is just to be aware and conscious to decode it.
Yesterday, I had conversation with one of my friend (Sagrika PO#328471). It was just a casual talks about life just like all other conversation. We were sharing likes and dislikes or topics of common interests. Meanwhile I just asked,
Do you like traveling?
And the reply I received literally amazed me.
Here’s the answer letter to letter,
“I like traveling but it depends on CWC”
I was also felt curious about this CWC acronym as you did.
It goes like this:
Company, Weather, Convenience.
Later on she reveals that it’s just come spontaneously it’s not planned an...
Vagabond (noun) - someone who wanders from place to place; a person with no settled home or job.
I sometimes wonder if my existence means anything to anyone. However, I know I’ve kept to myself for so long that no one will notice when I’m gone. Neither my presence, nor my absence is felt. I’m too easily replaceable, possibly caused by my lack of or inability to feel emotion.
I’m a vagabond. I follow the wind, unapologetically, inconsiderate of anyone who I might’ve formed a relationship with. And I somet... Do you hear that? The clattering of the windows? It’s time: I must go.
Instant plans are hectic yet exciting,
Especially when your husband is the pilot flying.
While you sit back and are lazily resting,
He is under constant testing.
Just a day to explore the place,
Loving the smile on each others face.
Walking through the entire city,
Capturing shots mesmerising and pretty.
Doing crazy stuff all the way through,
Be it the cart cycle, something fairly new.
Lagging behind all the time, thats me,
Luring me into something was his key.
The little mermaid and the beautiful sea,
Copenhagen was beautiful, as it could be.
Ever felt imprisoned whilst walking free?
Mind wonders like a flying bird, gliding through the skies of thought to get to where it wants to be... imagining every perfect sight and feeling...
to come back to reality, where heart and body don’t always sit within the same frame.
Want to know where your heart is?
Close your eyes, see where the birds of your mind take you...
You are home, where the heart is.
The heart’s home is where the mind travels...
The most beautiful travel, I ever experienced.
I was flying for the first time,
And through the window, I saw a city.
A city like never before.
Tall minarets stood great, as if trying to tell you story about the grandeur of the place.
And the dome sculptures, with a few scriptures on it, made me believe that this city, this country, has not forgotten its own ancient architecture though it has modernized.
Later, we stroll into a desert, a desert so big that you won't believe the fact that there is a sea near by.
And yet when we visited the shore,
I could not believe that it was just yesterday when I had seen the desert in the same place.
The grandeur and the luxury of the lifest...
We stayed in a converted farm barn,on the edge of a forest where you could walk for miles.
We drove into town to a railway station which had never been modernised .It was just as it was when it was built.
The smell was amazing, smoke and oil,it took me right back to my childhood.
In the distance I could hear a whistle and the chuff of a steam train. It came round the bend in all its glory,a magnificent sight ,beautifully restored.
The carriages were as they would have been when first made and I remembered the prickle of the fabric from when I was a child and we used to go on holiday on the train. Prickly itchy fabric.
The train chuffed its way through the valley,soothing us with its rh...
Whatever you do,
makes me judge you.
Now and then.
Later or Sooner.
I’ll know who you really are!
They say this world is a prison for the believer...
They say this world is paradise to the disbeliever...
They say Home is where the heart is...
Then it wouldn’t make sense for heart to be at home? For the believer...
They say live on this world as a traveller...
For sure the heart travels...
Travels with it’s Home, where ever you roam...
All I wanted was to disappear
Slip into the unknown
To feel free
But once I’ve disappeared
The distance overwhelms
My fear chains me
And all I want
Is to feel free
Travel means to widen up ones prospective by understanding different cultures and accepting those differences. And by viewing all those new things, one realizes that even though we might have different beliefs, different thoughts, different identities we still are one and the same, since love is a language that everyone understands.
I want to travel the world and not just merely live in it. Not doing so, is equivalent to buying a big house and never exploring all the rooms.
Life is based on chances that you take or excuses that you make. One gives you experiences, while the other can lead to regret. Which would you prefer!
Mi llegada a tu país la imagino
desde que sueño contigo...
Abordando un avión
intentando controlar mis nervios
y a mi corazón.
Aterrizar en un aeropuerto de primer mundo,
siguiendo a los demás
para no perder el rumbo.
Mi ojos buscándote,
halando una maleta
verte o que me encuentres
entre tanta gente.
Y cuando al fin...
Tu fuerte abrazo me rodee
unas flores o un peluche
tu mano no me deje
y un beso me confirme
que ya estoy en tu país
cuando me harás feliz
porque veré asombrada a mi alrededor
y sabré que ya no estoy en El Salvador,
y que mi nueva vida
acaba de empezar
y ya no volveré a mirar atrás.