The need

Not a want to travel,
but the need to be a journey.
stories of which
would be told
for years to come
creating myth
of the nomad heart that
exists in time,
NOW.






Image: Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer above the sea of fog

500 ka note

Realised today,

A rs 500 note cannot buy you a double egg omelette.
A rs 500 note cannot pay your auto-rickshaw fair.

Sometimes if you stop and think, the only places where a rs 500 note is accepted are the places which have nothing to give us. All the important things in life are either free or F'in cheap.

Someday

The cubicle has bars
with a lock on the dream
I sit in the center
looking at the screen

He calls me up
to give me the news
I did good, I did well
certifying my work
i get some more dirt
that shines on my desk
I did good, I did well

But one day.
Someday
When he would call
I won't respond
With no looking back
I will be gone
I will be gone.



She is beautiful
She is lovely
She was the one there
when I was lonely

She turns to the side
to talk
and make plans
I nod my head
and go to sleep
dreaming to strive
for a plan less death
after similar life.

But one day.
Someday.
when she plans tomorrow
I won't nod my head
And with no looking back
I will be gone
I will be gone.



I have to earn
coz this is my turn
for the family, for friend
for everyone that spent

They ask for love
with responsibilities
in their turf
They tie me up,
for being a friend
for being a son
for being someone
who has no where to run

But one day.
Someday.
When they seek me up
There won't be no one
With no looking back
I would have run.
I will be gone



I know I can
I believe I will
There is something that
stops me still

I get scared
because I have to choose
There is little to gain
a lot to lose.
I plan to escape
with every night
But morning is the same
mockingly bright

But one day.
Some day.
I would be scared no more
And that day I wont talk
With no looking back
I will be gone
I will be gone

Long gone.

Into the wild: A journey within

Day:
I plan, ponder, imagine
A life away
from the city lights
from the blind races

Dark:
I touch, I feel
Listen, run, hide, steal
I strive and live
Travel far and wide
corners of the globe
shout from the sky
Come back content
to die

With dawn:
my mind, my heart, my soul
the confusions ride
I get all lost
when i look inside


Image: Gustave Doré - Harpies