On traveling

On traveling

There’s something amazing about reaching new places and seeing things for the first time. When you see a stunning sunset, when you see the clouds beneath your feet, or when you’re amazed by the magic of cosmos, overwhelmed by the volume of vastness around you, you get this thrill of being; and at the same time, you feel pity for your own insignificance. If you’re lucky enough, you have this epiphany: if there’s anything to do before you die, it is to SEE! And to KNOW. And to EXPERIENCE. More landscapes and sunsets, rains and moonrises. More cultures. More perspectives. It is all there in this barrel to drink from. Going Places I want to be in places, Walk their pavements and stairs, I want to see faces, Eye to eye, heart to heart. I want to be the one with their sundry beats. Forests, dark, I’d love to cross, I want to strain myself horizons afar, I want to kiss sunset, get high on its hue I’d like to find if what’s said of the earth is true. That’s why sometimes I wander. Away from the irregular regularity, Far from noises Away from shame and pity, of senseless voices. Wandering I find, At times from hill-tops, the river runs both ways. Other times I find It’s just twelve hours, as the world snores by, before sunrise, darkness pays. In clouds and snow-flakes, In white rivers and blue lakes, Wondering, I see, myself and my reflections. But I still can’t say which one’s which. So I want to be in more places. Or rather, I need to be. I have always...