I hear stories about the travellers
My biggest fantasy about travel
The picture I imagine is

To sit on a green Mountain top
With trees in my sight and
Plants growing all over
Getting wet due to slow rain

Me sipping my tea from a cup made of clay
shielded from the rain by a roughly stretched tent
With a blanket folded around me as warm as the love of my family

As I gaze into the valley, I ponder over my travel through the time
The times of childhood, where my father was my superhero
Then growing up, releasing he got his flaws too, hating him, loving him, repeating it over

Loving every bit of loneliness while travelling to college and the way back
Thinking and singing
Imagining the alternate endings to the movies I watched last night

Falling in love for the first time in life
Trusting somebody with everything
Still remember it to be the purest feeling
Then came the heartbreak, the struggle to deal with self identity
Giving time to heal, and healing beautifully

Midlife crisis on the way, every step became a calculation keeping the outcome in mind
Struggle with identity and insecurities kicked in

As I think of this time travel sitting at the mountain top, I hope I will be fine and will heal beautifully like everytime!

Look at the stars, they have a soul
being right above each night,  
Twinkling; forcing us to be lost into them
they'll never disappoint you

Look at the rain, it has soul too
the drops fall from the heavens
and the earth celebrates its arrival
it'll never let you down

You've been busy with the humans
been busy getting disappointed
My dear, most of them
do not have a soul

Look at the rainbow, the love of a mother,
the morning dew and the light of a candle
they all have a soul
that won't disappoint you

Be surrounded with them
and the beings with soul
will themselves be driven to you.

In the darkest of nights
during the hardest of emotions
amidst the deepest of impossibilities

her heart hadn't forgotten to beat
since a gentle touch of life
was enough to make her feel ALIVE