My heart swells,how long will it remain in my chest?My eyes swell,when will I finally rest?My legs swell,they have to run fast,to lands far away,they have to do their best,my arms swell,for the work they'll have to do,I have to start running,with thoughts my brain swells,run through the grass,run through thorns,run through oceans,in awhile we're all gone,for one should see life,they should move move away from where they dwell,they should swell.Picture from the net - (
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A few days ago I wrote a poem called 'Making love to freedom', then there were new posts, fresh ideas. A lot of my poetry describes me. But, now the poem 'making love to freedom' is on my mind.It's about this guy who's sailing around the world. He's free, something I'd love to be. I would just love go hitchhiking the world.
There's this place I visited a long time ago, when I was a kid. It's called Nichkoj, somewhere near Pune. That place is magical, one of the most exotic I've seen. It's got white stone with green water.
It's eccentric.
I'd love to loose myself the the beauty of the world. I want to go everywhere. I want to be a wondering soul. Paragliding, travelling by truck, a sports car,by train (second class) ,the sexy Royal Enfield and just about anything. Forgetting about vanity and comfort. No visiting youtube, facebook, no phone, etc. The basic rule, No socializing and getting disconnect with the world and actually connecting to the real world.
Maybe I'll shave my head or I'll let my hair grow wild. Rough and tough jeans or Gypsy clothes. Maybe I'll travel with the Gypsy's.
From the small streets of a small town, to the skyscraper of a first world. Singing and celebrating with different people. Different cultures, different food, different life styles, different clothes, different languages, I'd love to blend in.
This is what I call spirituality. This is when I'm close to god, my god. My god isn't some big strong guy who got so many legends written for him or her. My god's a feeling of happiness.
I can see myself in some many places. Places I've not visited, places I would love to go.
I must admit I've got lost writing this post. This is what has been written by soul. This is the post of the soul. Someday, someday I'll go backpacking, I'll celebrate this beautiful world I live in. Someday....
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