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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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Nomad

She reads books,

Exchanges looks..

As she enters the land of freedom,
Likes every part of what she has become...
Compares with her past,
And falls in love with the contrast.
Away from the appalling crowd,
Following the direction were clouds take her...


As a Nomad...
She Chases every train,
Sits next to strangers..
Talks like a foreigner,
Her mood resonates to a day dreamer..
Until the journey comes to an end..
After which she is back to pretending..
to be an old dweller..
of the place she once came to visit..
As a traveler...  




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