~There is something about old books,
more than stories they hold memories,
memories of those fingers which gently turned every page making it a
Those pale yellow pages carry
the secrets of their grapples,
grapple in making every line
read and felt by heart.
The biblichor itself craves for the
fragrance of all those sites it has been,
and the taste it felt by those filled mugs.
The dusty torn cover somehow
knows the journey,
journey from big book shelves to those
catastrophic desks, and then maybe
again to plesurable surroundings,
Perhaps, they know the revolving, of endings being the
Somewhere on my front porch is a beehive that i have never found.
The bees fly close but they don't land on me.
I prefer it this way, "what keeps it's distance is never killed".
You and I become one harmoniously, just as words become sentences
and sentences become poems.
You have your flaws
and i have mine,
and becoming one doesn’t
overrides any of them,
rather we become warm with our limitations and this in turn makes us snug with each other.
There is a lot said and even more unsaid between us,
but luckily our bodies
do the chatter for us.
My eyes, fingers and
the crinkle of my nose,
makes you understand
more than my words ever could.
And just as words become sentences and sentences become ballads,
our words, nose, eyes and fingers become our stories.
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, ...
I am a star in your sky;
just not the one you
wish on every night.
~will i ever be the one for you?
You will soar
above the skies,
if you surround yourself
But an angel,
disguised as an injured bird
waits for you,
by your patio door.
I know you.
You are the one
wearing that smile
even though last night
you barely slept.
Your selfies tell a different story
the one you don't want others to know.
Happiness on the face
but there's pain in your soul.
I think the world of you.
The way you stand upright,
refusing to fall.
You walk through the
madness and if you had to,
So, the strongest souls i know,
to the one's reading this now.
When the world throws its punches,
defend yourself and adjust your CROWN.
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 want to co-create with you
and i want to watch what you do
I want to be your safe place
and your craziest adventure.
I want to make you smile
and hold you when you cry.
I wany to inspire you,
and learn from your wisdom
I want to stand still with you
and run hard towards our future..
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...
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