Travel for Soul

My friends and family were kind of excited (and sometimes aghast too) by my umpteen travel narratives. So I finally decided to address a 'larger' audience.  And here I go.

The Blog.

My encounters and my perceptions with different cities and their culture that makes them special in a way they are! I LIKE travelling and more so travelling in a way I like. Whether it has been with friends, family or sometime alone. Most of the times it has been on a shoe string, some times for that 'value of money' . To save enough for the next journey.

Yes, for sure, the memories have been special, but more so, have been the journeys that made them so.

Travel For Soul. Simply Travel.

Travel For Soul - Poem

Travel For Soul .... by Dr. Komal Joshi Mishra

For the journey is within,

Mesmerized by 'your' creations,

Speechless seeing the colors' you' painted,

Let my spirit go on,

Bless me to just' be',

When all the noises die out,

 and silence within, 

From senses to soul,

Keep me travelling,

For the journey is within.......

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The poem is contributed by the guest, Dr. Komal Joshi Mishra. Her interests varies from Literature, Spirituality to meeting new people, apart from her profession, medicine.

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Frozen - Short Story

The places I had traveled vignetted in front of my eyes, frame by frame, those streams, those mountains, that street I'd love to get lost again in, that mystery girl, those eyes that hold me even today.

The dark clouds that I had seen silhouetting the clear skies, I want to see them rain; The village just behind that river, I want to ferry in that last boat I missed that day; those words that were broken because of an airport announcement, I want them to be complete, I want to listen; the food that I could not taste that day I want to have it for the old lady, for her love on the platter.

For the miles I had covered, my shoe strings are still strong, my sole(soul) still not weathered enough, some space still in my image folder, some things yet to learn, some travels yet for soul.

My backpack, the lens, my memory card, my map, that power nap, they lay as frozen as me.

The flowers I loved so much, today I cannot touch, for I was not myself, for I was not traveling, for Alas, I was NOT alive, I am not, for I am frozen.

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This post has been written and shared for the series 'Five Sentence Fiction'.

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Looking forward to your comments.

As Close As We Are Far

As close, as we are far

My heart just skips, the beat for you dove,

She grimaced, I faced, our worlds that had raced

Contours that were drawn, our nuptials and beyond,

And the shapes they took, for the wise and the crook

The happiness beyond, the guest and the horn,

The bond that we share, for remorse and the fair

Days may look routine, but life is still full of sheen,

Look at shine of photo frame, still worth its fame.

She looked, as she cooked, with a snook half way,

The clouds I admired, that feeling no more wired

Te'me how far would you go, to empathize my woe,

To get closer to the love, can we fly the sky above ?

Then the tale began, while holding her hand,

The world apart, flew vignette on that land

Of the dream we sew, through our love sinew,

Can still hold your hands, while I run the errands

Through the wheels I move, my heart just grew,

To tell my feelings, will you move these ceilings

Then cut ajar, that rainbow ain't far,

Just see through the dust, for the pelmet you must

There's a world that's dear, as far as it's near,

That tap when it flows, there are mornings that it glows

The box that I take, it's a life full of cake,

The noon in that hall, your delicacies enthrall

The call that I make, for the rail and the rake,

Let's run along the rhyme, to close the time

The guest when he rings, my heart then sings,

The tea that will come will make us hum

In the jousts and hurdles, in the worlds that we lived,

Did we forget to just cuddle, and the fun that we killed ?

If that would be so, for not the desert and the snow,

My heart, let's travel, for the hearts to unravel

Look, there is a world along the ‘Thames’,

Let's pack our bags, on its bank for the games

To discover our life, forget dough and the knife,

Just run along, to listen to the song

Song that chimes, in the background of our times,

Just mute the world, and its pebbles that are hurled

The music is still dear, sounds of the stream still clear,

The twists that it takes, the nature that it makes

Learn from its form, to mix along,

yet remain a stream, for this London theme

Let's fly 'British', for skit and the skittish,

Our love would rejoice, find back its voice

Our travel for the soul, alike  for the diamond and the coal,
As close as we are far, my queen I’m and will be, your Czar

This poem won a prize in the contest - Details here.

10 Reasons To Travel Across The World

Came across this on a Travel channel (now more of a food channel) that continues to stay in my memory.

For the Monday Blues. 
For the Weather.
For the Sweet Tooth. 
For the Sour Wait. 
For the Memories and 
To Forget. 
For the Sale. 
For the Soul. 
For too many reasons. 
Sometimes for None. 

We Travel. Hop on!

Why we Travel ?