The nomadic me

By | October 24, 2020

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

6 thoughts on “The nomadic me

  1. Gradmama2011

    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. 🙂

    1. Akhila Post author

      Thank you so much for coming and putting effort to read and appreciate my lines..will catch you soon


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