Initially, we travel to lose ourselves
We travel, next, to find ourselves.
We travel, not to escape,
But to live every phase.
Remember?
The journey, the train, the bus, the plane,
Eyes swaying in excitement,
because destination is not the only main.
Remember?
The unknown weather,
The situation out of comfort,
And to gain experience.
Remember?
To live by the currents of beach,
fill the lungs with cool breeze,
And follow the sun.
Remember?
To trek the highest hill,
Stand amidst the clouds,
And see the world.
Remember?
To walk endlessly in the woods,
To be lost in the right direction,
And embrace the stillness.
Remember?
To wander in the crowded streets,
Meet exotic people,
And devour local treats.
Remember?
To visit the city museums,
Get amazed by the history,
And take inspiration.
Remember?
The tropical culture,
To perceive their beliefs,
And learn to put faith.
Remember?
The peace to follow your bliss,
All the places, traveled and untraveled,
We will surely miss.
Travelling turns us
Into a storyteller.
The best of the stories are found
In between the pages of passport.
© Priyanka Bajaj
