THE VAGABOND

I wrote this poem long back, when I found it tough to express my feelings to anyone, and when I felt that my mind was completely lost.... Hence the title, The Vagabond.. Read and enjoy

Walked miles aimless

Aimless in time

Let me, be it

Time made patterns

Opened the book of life

Startled, chaos out of pattern

 Pattern out of chaos

Finally realized I

Tuned, vanishing illusions

The Untitled Ecstasy Of A Friendship

Hey cherry spectator

Earth and Sky you and I

Where it shines and rains

Droughts and Springs

Yet you are Earth and I’m Sky

At times for the birds that fly

You have springs and shrubs

On the whole we are the whole

Symbol of distant rendezvous 

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