Unpredicted journeys, augmented Detours and prolonged stays
Curious minds, lost roads and finding ways…
Unkempt hair, bruised legs and weary eyes,
Is never more daunting than those cherished goodbyes…
Battered backpacks and a sore body lays
In search for the next voyage it craves
While un-brushed mornings are not a prime whet
Exhausted yet savored is every sunset.
A Traveller is intuitive, instinctive, all he requisites is a will
Rebelliousness, imagination and a scenery to marvel
A Tourist is chary, beguiled by the facade of several laurels
Returning home with a mind and soul alike desolated barrels
For fulfillment comes to only the travelled
Not a tad bit in a destination unraveled.
So I eloquently quote ‘Travel not to go anywhere but to go.
Travel for travels sake.
The great affair is to move.’
Impel your notions to awake
Entrench your predilections to improve.
& when you’ve accomplished more than you sought
You’ll return back only to perceive the serenity it’s taught
The feeling you get when your long lost desires like sails are unfurled..
& realizing that the I’ve-missed-you hug is the best type in the whole wide world
Every mortal is worthy of adventure, only then you discover serendipity by all means
You’ll learn the true meaning of abstract
& that the most salient reason to go from one place to another is to encounter the in-between’s
We take immense pleasure in doing just that!!!
Eventually you discern that its not Destiny that mattered
Its the fate that took us there fitfully shattered
Sometimes a clear road, often interspersed with gravel
& it is that fate, I’d like to describe as Travel.
Text by: Jacob