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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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What We Live For ?

I am worried

Don't be

You don't see

What I do

I see it

But tend to ignore

Why do you do that?

Because I don't want to know

That we are walking towards hollow 

We are following shadows

We are marking empty spaces

We are tracking invisible footmarks

What are you talking about?

Again I don't want to know

So even though I know, I don't

Doesn't it bother you?

It does, but I choose the other one without bother

While one calms down

I become the clown

While one is out of town

I wear the crown and sit on a throne

Made of plastic stone

These riddles are making me sick

That was the plan and now it did the trick

So which one should I pick ?

You know you think too much

There is nothing called choice as such

A mother doesn't pick her kids

A farmer doesn't pick the land

An animal doesn't pick it's dwelling

An orphan doesn't get to pick it's parents

There is a simple equation

You do the things that bring emotions

You do the things that let go frustrations

You do the things that you are meant to do

Being as simple as sitting and saying nothing

Watching a game that your team is loosing

Rooting for a kid that's rising and falling

The sun does that too

The moon follows along

There is nothing right and wrong

Even criminals love to sing a song

Jails have humans that haven't been able to process anger

Whales eat animals that they don't even know suffices their hunger

What's your point ?

I don't know, and I don't want to know

If you are going for that play

Let me dress up

If you make your mind not to

Let me dress down and sit on the couch

And drink a bit

Wink a bit

And doze off ...

It's been a long conversation

Let's practice silent communication

Let's practice spontaneous artwork 

Let's practice speaking our hearts out

Let's practice treating everyone equal

Let's practice going out on streets and greeting everyone

You need to stop..

Okay I will

But I know you got the message

Well, all I know that this is a passage

Where we travel to go beyond

What we live for in it's entirety 

Is not to lose ourselves in this tornado

Of reality...

*pic courtesy - Pinterest Artist Jamie Heiden
https://www.flickr.com/photos/jamieheiden/45879886171/in/photostream

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