Can the city girl escape the city?
Can the gorgeous not be pretty?
Can the sarcastic not be witty?  

Can they undo what's been done?
Can the adventure not be fun?
Can the hunter sell his gun?

...... No.
They take it everywhere they go.

Constant wanderer am I
      a cloud, it's heart  questing for truth,
hovering above the extending landscape,
       scanning it for beauty,
raining in joy, to make beauty
               turn her eyes towards me with love.
this is just one fleeting life in a cycle,
      that turns on for ever and ever and ever.
wait for me here, there or anywhere, my love,
           even if it's beyond the limits of universe.

The lion in the mist,
in the morning sun,
lurking.
His eyes see you
more than flesh,
and without sound.
He SEES you.
your soul and...
your intention.
And he sits
and he waits
and he waves his tail,
as you wander
through
his realm.
He knows the lost,
the feel,
the cry.
He had once been
the wanderer
just like you.

Dust-covered two-lane highways
Catch the footfalls of my meanderings.
Meadowlarks and Phoebe-birds
Sing backup to my tuneless whistles.
Clouds illuminated by God-rays
Paint the sky above my head
And the Man in the Moon
Smiles as I bed neath a willow for the night.

I am a wanderer, a vagabond, a ***.
The iron wrought train tracks
I secretly ride pass through the fields,
The forests, the mountains and valleys,
The cities and suburbs, the small towns too,
Home to so many who choose there to dwell.
But my home is the open countryside,
The fields of wildflowers and bushes,
The occasional oak or poplar for shelter,
With a stone for my pillow
Anywhere I wish to rest.

I am a wanderer, a vagabond, a ***.
I am the outsider.

I believe
I believe I'm hesitant to believe in anything because
Life is always changing, sometimes faster than you can bat an eye
I believe that you can never be alone because your thoughts will always be with you
I try to believe that good will overcome evil but it is a concept I can't wrap my mind around
I believe that the world will never stop spinning and I will never stop dancing to the subtle sway of Earth's forces
I believe that the sun still rises even on cloudy days
That after the worst storms, rainbows linger
I believe that everything is indefinite
And I believe that words have more power than actions do
I believe that I will always be looking for something else because I am a searcher
A wanderer
A creator
But not quite a believer

Human relations....
Two words, many meanings,
Two words and many feelings...
These two words were present in every corner of my life so far...
These two words were a part of me so far...and I really do hope they remain a part of me forever...
But even after being so deeply involved with these words for years,
I do not understand them...
I cannot explain them...
And that inability causes a sensation so strange,  
I keep musing, whether I should try again...
At times, I find myself so very drawn towards one person...
But as time passes things change...
Our paths change...
At times, I feel I can trust the whole world around
But then again,  things change and those feelings drown...
At times, I feel friends are a reality,
But then betrayal makes me discover the world's cruelty....
Sometimes I get detached...
When things don't click the right way...
I cannot explain it yet, coz I don't understand it yet...
Sometimes I go far away...
Away from people, away from friends....
Just to discover new ones perhaps...
I know, that's just not the way...
But that's the only way...
For a person who discovers a new 'himself' every time he meets a new face...
For a person who sees a new reflection in each face...
For a person whose heart is of a traveller's and whose eyes are those of a wanderer's...
Searching for new mirrors...