Travel Diaries

Traveling, Rambling, Juggling all are part of life..

Roaming the world, exploring nature it has become boring a while.

Memories are the exquisite possession I would love to treasure now and then..

Let's travel the precious years craving to conjure

By drowning the moments down the lane.

The jitters of elation while reliving the evocative childhood just cannot be comprehended.. .

Shying away from the worldly complications perhaps was the best way to stay protected.

Immaturity never seemed to be so pure yet perfectly obscure..

Where the evolving metamorphosis was dragging into nothing but a desolate black hole.

The pampering and the bliss of love was the only shell of my perfect world.

But the blooming was still in the process

Where my future withered with despondence and got curled.

A family which meant my reason for entirety..

Now why it feels so unfamiliar where my mind is confused with some sense of diarchy.

How the life got succumbed to its misery like a mother is drawn into a flame..

The years I miss from deep inside the heart has nothing that I could claim.

Rummaging, scuffling, hankering could only expand the guilt of losing something valuable..

As it's of no use to believe an illusion as we just went into memory travel.