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Backpacker’s Valentine

May you never be too busy to go to Mountains….

The Heart beats and the Mind wanders. My soul craves to roam somewhere else leaving my physical body. Longing for adventures to come. Thrills of joy .Somewhere far away, pathless woods awaiting. This kills me. Maybe its time for me to leave, to go away from everything, the crowd, noise, attachments, just everything that’s around. Bored,restless; I can’t breathe here anymore. Screaming Echoes in my head . Dead, I feel inside. Numb,nothing left. Stuck,drained. Storm in my calm mind, fire in my burning soul and a mess in my eyes. Always dreamed  of living. Frustrated, baffled. Running, awaiting storm, dwelling to disperse faraway. Enough of you, this crazy society.They don’t understand, they won’t, they never tried to .Fading light you are, passing by just like every other day.

Dream Dwell Discover….
Life is meant to live, pack and leave….
You have nothing to lose and World to see…..

Never want my soul to be confined within walls, I want it to be wanderer of the wild. Feelings of failures trying to find a new beginning but I find being a lost cause already. Maybe, I need to move beyond these walls, need not to hear your counsel. Maybe, I forgot to live trying to survive. Maybe, I forgot what life tastes like in this crowd. Maybe, I need to go away to the place I belong. Where ” I” means only me. Me I so wanted to be. Me for myself. Me that I dreamt of, so desperately desired to be. No more,no less. I dream to stand far away in solitude to breathe again, to smile again. There’s no time for anything else.

When was the last time you did something for the first time ???
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go….


May you never be too busy to stop and breathe up in the Mountains…..

As they said,”There are some who do not fear death for they are more afraid of not really living”.because **** life, I want to live.I’m going to some place where I’ve never been before.Taking everything in my stride.To breathe again, to dream again, to live again,to be Alive again.Sun shining, birds chirping, rivers singing, blowing in the wind, above the clouds, flirting with birds.Feeling the Cloud and letting my Soul and Spirit fly happily ever after.Because to move, to breathe, to fly, to float,to love,to be loved,to roam the pathless woods is to live.My heart aches to roam, made not for concrete crowd. Time will come, I will be gone. Spirits will fly, Don’t miss me, for I would be dancing high.I cannot say where exactly am I headed but I will be there where I belong.

Nomad for life
A Nomad i will remain for Life,in Love with distant and uncharted places….

At the end of the day for every scar I want to have a story to tell, for every broken bone I want to have adventure to talk about. So,maybe I will pack a bag and leave.Maybe, I will go to the Mountains…..

Life goals; You , Mountains & Me….


[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]An active member and author of Ghumante, Rishav is a travel and Photography Enthusiast, has a strong bond with nature and an affair with the mountains. See more of Rishav on his facebook page,

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