Roam around the world

Roam around the world,
O free spirit! Worry not,
about home or belonging.

Sand and stone that kiss
your feet, belong to all,
and not owned by one.

Countries and states,
mere lines drawn by men
not on earth, but in their minds.

Cultures change, habits vary,
languages many among men.
But spirits of all unite into one.

Trust Nature, the mother of all
to nourish and cherish every soul.
Go with the flow, sing along with joy.

Comments

Deepa Jagarlapoodi said…

nice one....nature is the Queen...

8:06 AM

Iniyaal said…

Thank you Deepa.

12:18 PM

Tarun Mitra said…

what I called ramblings of a traveller

3:19 PM

magiceye said…

beautiful.....
reminds me of the song 'imagine' by john lennon of the beatles.

11:46 AM

காலம் said…

Trust Nature, the mother of all
to nourish and cherish every soul

great

8:17 PM

Iniyaal said…

@ Tarun
Welcome :) True, it is an upcoming travel that prompted me to write this.

@ magic eye
Thank you.

@naathari
Thanks, my friend, .. for your continous encouragement for this blog.

10:02 AM

Anu Lal said…

Thought provoking.

4:11 PM

Thalaivar said…

Iniyaal Why dont try some Punch Lines in your Poems ,, which shall make it interesting,,,, In this fast world we would also love to read crisp lines .. Try it out

6:59 PM

Forest of mighty old trees

Raising high to threaten the skies stand in attention, soldiers in rows. Their green heads swaying wildly brown arms open wide trapping light. Bursting out of mighty rocks arise the might banyan trees. Roots digging deep in to earth seeking water among rocks. Peels of bark stripped out by elephants that roam about. Tiny nests adorn their crown feeding creatures all around. Primitive men to tribal folks rested under its shady leaves. Lives on this silent witness watching evolutions fold out.

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land, high spirited friends of man. Love to be on their own, thriving in cities and farmland. Long forgotten by men of this land, roaming in groups along our streets. Shades of brown, black and white, with dirty paws and wagging tails. Alone they can never reside, with family and friends they prefer, forming groups, marking territories, ruling over streets and lanes. Never too rude and never too lazy, racing cars and chasing flies. Bathing in the warm sun all day, jumping into puddles of mud in gay. Give them food or water, ever faithful they will remain. Roaming all day long in the wild, returning back to rest by your side. .

Persist

In the middle of chaos, all ready to collapse, I stand in the midst, engulfed by dense mist. Doors everywhere I see but none ready to open. Knocking of no avail, for it is not meant to be mine Friends I see from far, faces many and sounds vary. But far I should stay, if not shatters the friendly guise. Monsters lurk behind, changing faces with time, neither you nor I can change unseen forces that drive insane. I persist till the end, to see the fruits of confusion for every deed brought to end what it sowed, so did it reap. Words failed long before images collapsed at the back. Facts hidden deep within, tumbled out to cascade. I am but only a mute spectator, so is everyone now.., for when nature takes its course there is no recourse.

Whispers

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