Destination
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life ,
moving on a straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak ,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination,
singing the aubade of my life,
suffering from hiraeth but
still moving on in a sonder mood,
still long miles to cover,
there is no time to peregrinate,
remind me the winds that are passing by,
these trees ,pebbles and stones
can only understand my novaturient ,
make me realise toi-et-moi are all wayfarers of this journey,
wit these roads the only companion who can feel my resfeber,
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life
moving on straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams ,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination ,
where I can find the ultimate peace of my mind.
Copyright © Simranjeet Kaur | Year Posted 2017
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