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R Arora Dec 2015
This blank sheet on my screen,
Just waits there patiently.
Stays invitingly,
Urging me to write something.
My heart is a wanderer,
It imagines a lot.


But when I sit back to write,
My mind is nothing but white.

I wonder what to type,
About the stars,
Or my life.
Maybe about the last book I read,
Or the question which was spinning my head!

In the mean time,
My heart has taken off,
To some place I want to be mine.
I think about the beautiful hills,
The lakes and houses,
In a small countryside,
Where I would like to reside.
Living a life,
In which I have plenty of ‘me’ time,
Where I can just gaze at the sky,
And dream to fly.
I want to run in the meadows,
Just lie down under a tree,
Doing nothing,
But admiring;
Nature and its wonders.
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The sun not bright,
Just some soothing light,
With a small pond nearby,
In the grass, I lie.
Looking up I see the clouds,
Covering the sky,
Not so high.


I want to reach those clouds,
I want to hold them in my hands,
In the cool breeze,
(Of) Where I stand.


I want to be on the beaches,
See that golden sand,
Watching the sun go down,
With coconut in my hand!
Then, the stars would come out,
Shining at me,
As if all pointing me out.

I want to travel,
And travel a lot.
I shall write,
About that whole lot.
About those breathtaking scenes,
And beaches and greens.
The places I see,
The people I meet.

Living life is all about happiness,
And seeking the same,
Even in things that are bad.
Just never stop dreaming,
Expressing, and fulfilling,
Keep your eyes open,
Cling to perseverance,
Keep that fire of life
Alive,
Don’t ever let your heart die.
The best part is still to come,
Watching the dreams you have had,
And seeing them come true!
Mystifying Chaos Nov 2015
He wasn't a loner.
He was just a wanderer in search for a place where he could find peace.
His imagination was too vivid and wild. His mind was like a sphinx, impossible to decode.
His thoughts were a tangled mess of knots.
He was a mystery.
He was never able to seek peace but he found something intriguing. He met her.
Just like him - Wandering like a gypsy, with chaos occupying her mind.
She was like the missing piece from his jigsaw puzzle of a life.
Together they dreamt about all the magical infinities they longed for all their lives.
I’m a man on wheels.
Don’t got much to ride for
and I know how lonely feels.
Few women I would die for,
none in ribbons or high heels.
There’s a place back home
I call my own,
but the emptiness it yields
makes me remember why I’m a man on wheels.
The days of constant travel.
Sarthak Agarwal Nov 2015
It cant stay fixated,
It travels the whole world.
It thinks of the lush green trees out in the fields,
Or of the running water,
And the fishes so free.
The lion king who has no strings,
The monkey who can run and climb whenever he feels.
He wants to be free,
Like the birds around him,
Chirp and sing like there's no tomorrow,
And fly without any worries.
The mountains so white,
So huge and high.
"Oh what a pleasure could be", he thought,
"if I could climb".

No one can guess,
What he really wants to be.
Not like everyone else,
He is definitely unique.
He hardly thinks about studies,
Wanderlust is always on his mind.
Hoping for only his wishes to come true,
He is yet,
Only a wanderer,
In the lands of his mind.
mk Sep 2015
they say i'll never find a home
if i spend my whole life on the road

why can't they see
*the road is home to me
hold on to me as we go as we roll down this unfamiliar road. just know you're not alone
cause i'm gonna make this place your home.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
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I am a cosmic wanderer
Lost in the darkness and shimmerness of his eyes
I'm in love with the darkness he breathes
And the stars he exhales.
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Aeerdna Aug 2015
Of course I remember that rainy day
you took me in your arms
and said you will protect me
you were like the perfect umbrella,
the kind that's big enough to not let
any drop of cold rain on my skin.

You were like one of those cottages
with an open fire,
you find in the middle of nowhere,
on a winter night while you're wandering by yourself
thinking you are about to die.
I was happy when I've found you,
I felt that you saved my life,
but, then the morning came and
I realised
you could protect me from the night and cold,
but you couldn't save me from the wanderer in me
from myself.
Liam C Calhoun Jul 2015
My flights come and go,
But the bench records my slouch
As I’ve already grown wings.
Flying for free, flying stand-by - But flying nonetheless.
They said "Forget about them""Move on""Accept your fate"
But how am I suppose to forget the people who made me feel like I belonged?
It was a place I've never been and can never live without
It's like finding your true love
but in my case,
I found my rightful place

*And I will never leave.....
I got too attached that it's hard to let go...
I used to whisper stories to the asphalt,
wanting to be anywhere but the city
I lived in.
Passing overhead green signs became routine to me,
I saw them more than birds swooping across civilian streets.
I would drive until I felt at home--
no wonder I still feel unsettled.
I am a modern nomad.
A human vagabond.
As I drove,
counting time in white lines passing
and days in rearview mirror sunsets
I'd beg to the roads,
"Find a life for me, freeway."
This was inspired by Flux Pavilion - Freeway
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