Does the sun promise to shine,
no, but it will.
Even behind the darkest clouds it will
and no promise will make it shine longer or brighter.
For that its fate,
to burn until it can burn no more.
So, to love you is not my promise
it is my fate,
to burn until i can burn no more...
“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
May i not lie.
May i not lie
day after day on raising sun.
The lie that is,
I'm those in the midget fun.
It's in that midst of clueless shun,
Have I lost, who i am.
May i not lie,
Will I ever find Myself
The million thoughts bunduled up inside
Who's always denied,
Will I ever let Myself.
Let me be honest now
I do wonder, In all those blunder
Will I ever forever i may not lie !!!
Vinay P Sanathan,
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...
We ain't gonna leave my bed
You're gonna wanna stay inside
I don't wanna know the time
If they ask, I'll say my phone just died
"shorny - etta bond"
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
I head to a bar
And sip on some cognac.
I have always been this person
who finds erratic ways to cope up with the pain.
Who would know it better than you?
The first you saw me
Was In a lounge where our story rests
Rolling a couple of joints
And sipping on some beer.
But this time
It was different
I reeked of alcohol in a bar
That reeked of loneliness
And before the whiskey could hit me
Your memories did.
There is a table
On the extreme corner
Of this empty bar
Where I used to sit
And tell stories of heartbreaks
To the walls that listened
And at other times
Closed down on me.
Nostalgia comes and takes a seat
Next to mine
And slides a postcard...
It has always been hard to leave you, my beautiful!
You're like one spoilt personage whom no one likes, but everyone observes from a distance. Everyone talks about you, but no one ever tries to understand what makes you, you.
But I can't forget you sweetheart, because you've given me so much to take along in life!
Yes, you have your lows, your own loopholes, but who doesn't? And you're working towards bettering it, right?
Delhi - you feel like a moment outside time, your past and your present overlapping on a warm summer morning, while you sleep.
Delhi, simplest you are at the summer dawn, yet even in the clear summer sky, you wear layers. Too many, as I try to strip you naked....
[FINISH THE STORY]
Together they traveled the world. Meeting interesting people along the way. One of those interesting people was called 'John'. They met him in a cafe on the outskirts of a gorgeous small town while they traveled.
Albert & Maggie were a very implusive adventurer couple. Ever since they fell for eachother, they fell Inlove with the world together too. So they've come up with an idea as impulsive as they are to venture tigether, they would spin a globe everytime they wanted to travel, and discover a new location, and then they randomly point at town on the map. After a long trip, here they are, in a small, Beautiful town far away from all the business of modern life. And th...