Poems About: TRAVEL

Me, a passionate Indian merchant
With twinkle in my eyes,
Treading on the half-erased foot-prints
On the sands of Time read more »

Henley, June 7, 1891.

Shall we, to whom the stream by right belongs,
Who travel silent, save, perchance, for songs; read more »

Don't really know what to say but speak from my mind
Well I'm fine and I guess you can call me one of a kind
Been tricked by a Slick Rick...I'm feeling sick
But I pick the tick to travel out and stab him in the palm like a prick read more »

Travelin’ down the highway
On a road carved from the dust
Was a way to search for mobility
Where highways were a must read more »

The Inuit have contested sixteen words for snow
sixteen words to define different types of snow
all necessary to define joys dangers of gift snow
in their adaptive interactive struggle to survive read more »

FOR YOU MOTHER

Here is a little poem,
to a mother sweet and mine, read more »

There are days when we toy with innocence
There are days when wear despair as our clothes
Days when we truly open our eyes
Days when we want to keep them closed read more »

My heart is in search for happier times -
Longer roads; higher mountains must I climb.

Atop the highest mountain, a vision do I see; read more »

Sin and I were good friends,
Iniquity and I knew each other well,
All three together,
We stood as one. read more »

Alas! We travel in the desert now,
Obscure our way, perplexed the paths we tread;
With thorns and briars the vales are overspread, read more »

the hands of time travel in a very small circle
of our watch.
the sound is minimalistic, only the wrist is disturbed.
or the wall. or the bed. read more »

I heard my voice come back to me.
The echo of it yearned to be
free to travel and be heard,
free to echo out each word. read more »