There was a time
when I used to
explore the village sides
the small mounds around,
the rivers and the beaches
and the bougainvillea streets
There was a time
I was so used to solo travels,
the most liberating the soul
pushing the self out of my comfort zone
stretching the mind to fly like a dandelion
freeing from the rules of Isaac Newton
The nomadic me can’t be dead
as certain addictions,
there is no overcoming
it just keeps growing with time
But now even being inside the locked down walls
I really don’t feel it atrocious
There is something more
as “home is where your soul lives”
I feel more alive in these moments at home
‘cause of the peace in curling up with a book
‘cause of his fingers sweeping through my curls
‘cause of warmth of hugs on cold rainy afternoons
I don’t feel it bored even after six plus months,
six plus months in a virus driven world
This has become the new venture
‘cause when you get into that loop
when you are into that rhythm
it just goes on quite naturally
I love this post Akhila…especially the last four lines … what a nice rhythm exists, it reads out loud so nicely. Nice to see you… please come visit me. 🙂
Thank you so much for coming and putting effort to read and appreciate my lines..will catch you soon
glad to see you, thanks for commenting
I really love this and it captures our current condition wonderfully!
Thanks a lot Diana..so glad to hear your words
You’re welcome, Akhila!