A weary traveler
a vagabond,
a man with a
heart of a gypsy
and etched
with a bohemian soul
I wandered
nooks and corners of the world
flaunting my fears and anxiety
to someone anyone
who would just sit next to me
and spend those
flickering golden
moments of time
to melt and cover
my tattered soul
in the body
which is sublime
This unending quest
my parched self
has been wandering for eons
searching for that break
the humdrum of the moment
tipping off the sidewalk
and the tenacity of life
holding my hands
tightly with a sweaty palm
As I cross the roads
as my soul laments
drops are falling
and getting lost in that
little box of tin
A twinkle in my bleared eyes
and an occasional
gaze from the passerby
has hooked me to the
life forever
I fight those cold
souls stirring breeze
testing the tenacity of my puny life
The dissonance of the
walking footsteps
keep my marred soul alive
my epitaph is etched
on the corner of that lonely road
which lost its identity
at the crossroads of life.
–Megha
Photo by John Moeses Bauan on Unsplash
I like this one. 👍
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Thanks so much for reading.
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Brilliant! Thanks for sharing
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Thanks Sadje for reading
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Beautifully written & photograph goes wonderfully with this piece.
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Thanks so much Yonnie for all your love.
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🙏💕💜💕
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superb,love those lines..
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Thanks so much for your kind words
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The mysterious soul, the vagabond life, the search of the unknown, unsure how to thrive. A lovely read indeed
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Thanks.Yes we all are vagabond in a way.Glad you could relate to that
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Absolutely. Thanks for sharing
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I just love this, and in particular the line “This unending quest, my parched self …” wow
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Thanks Andrew.Great to hear from you after a long time.Hope you are well
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🙂 Paul
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I was posting this comment for Andrew from the The lonely author and it somehow got posted to your reply.Sorry about that
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Lol, I think it’s an occupational hazard 🙂
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Hahaha..yes it is
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🙂
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Yes indeed!🌾
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WOW!
“my epitaph is etched
on the corner of that lonely road
which lost its identity
at the crossroads of life.”
Your writing inspires me to do better every time!
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Thanks Susi that is the best compliment a writer can get.
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It is well-deserved! 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Megha's World.
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Brilliant!
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Thanks so muhc Richa
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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