Scattered Notes!

I mindlessly wandered at your thought while watching myself move to every dream you wrote.
I carefully picked the scattered notes of my injured mind and placed them inside the jar.
I heard them shiver at his impeccable thoughts and protected them in the lantern from the sunlight!
I watered them while I watched the wishes die soon only to merge into a sketch unknown!
Sometimes I wish I could give away those dreams to you that I carved in the letters and maybe I would not feel like these letters have lost a way!
Sometimes I only want to give away the memory back to you or maybe share it with you but the fear of your brooding eyes stare back at our lost memories stop me every time I take a step!
Someday I will let no goodbye affect me and then give away the empty notes to you!

Finding Home!

Traveling makes me ponder over so many questions and as I watch these bags lying in front of me in the train, I think about what makes me want to belong somewhere or if I really want to belong! I have not found my home yet and the familiar feeling of being lost engulfs me yet again! The music beat pumps and leaves its loud trace behind while it speaks every little thought I painted in the mirror this morning. The morning glitter came with its own share of joy packed in sun basked glory and whispered something.

It said that, "One fine day I will find that one place which looks back to me where I mysteriously scatter my dreams.

 All the baggage will then disappear in that single moment of self harmony. Maybe the place is around me and I just need to knock"

While I am traveling with these thoughts, a stranger smiles at me who is now sitting next to me with his camera held close to him like his precious stone! He has grey hair and wrinkled smile on his firm skin  that now seems to draw me close to his delicate fingers that caress the camera. I awkwardly smile at him and this paves way for words to fill the space. These words then bring me closer to this wanderer who like me wants to be lost in this world! 

 I think to myself if happiness is actually finding the main road or to be lost in the woods! I realise how finding home in little moments when I travel with stories to tell makes me find myself. Perhaps getting lost makes me want to celebrate more because there is more to life and this adventure keeps all of us going. Maybe all of us only need to reach out for that part which lies somewhere in the corner of the dust filled box of enormous dreams, hopes and stories which is covered in empty fears waiting to be broken!

Happiness for us!

Few years ago when I was traveling to Scotland by train in England, I found myself get lost in deep thoughts and wonder what I really want from life! I kept thinking if I was really happy, if this guy who held my hand like he never wanted to leave was really what I wished for. I touched the diary that I held close to me and started to go through the pages that seemed long forgotten. Sometimes when we pen down our thoughts we never go back to visit them even when they look at us with eager eyes! I seemed to be particularly hooked on to something I wrote about finding happiness and as I touched the pages of the diary I felt a familiar fragrant joy that I did not feel for a while.

" Happiness for me is getting lost in the woods and not wishing to find the main road because I found myself

Happiness for me is reaching out for that part within which lies in the corner in a rusty box with enormous dreams and hopes carved with words in the wake of finding yourself.

Happiness is meeting the lost self"

Today as I travel to find some shadows of myself through the lost roads, over joyous people, secretive explorers, mystic artifacts and thoughtful nights that I never want to let go, I see happiness smile back at me through my eyes!