When every mile becomes a mirror of the soul
If water flowing in a river is a journey,
I wish to be a drop, afloat to new places.
If the wind across the sky is a journey,
I wish to be a feather, landing in unknown spaces.
The journey of humans, we may call it traveling,
Some are born to wander, as if it’s their lifeline.
They turn the geography of places into their history,
Exploring the world, as if it is their mission..
Travel is my passion, always a solo one,
My way, my highway, with no ties to anyone.
Mountains and forests, beaches and borders,
I lived history, embraced the new people, culture.
Sitting by the window, in the early morning,
Traveling through scenic villages,
With a cool breeze across my face,
First rays of sunlight kissing, it's unforgettable.
A journey through the hills, with endless hairpin bends,
Climbing higher, watching trees and scenery blend.
The road below fades as we ascend,
A story etched in memory, one to remember forever.
In India, plenty of places to travel,
South, you could bathe in sea,
North, embrace under snowfall,
East and West, they too best.
Loneliness, my partner in solo journey of life
Entered a fellow traveler with a caring heart.
For her, travel wasn’t passion, it was breath and art,,
No more solo, we journeyed together, to places and in life. this is the poem . write based on this
Every journey begins alone — until life decides to send a fellow traveler.
In the end, it’s not the miles we cover, but the moments we share that make the odyssey complete.
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