Gypsy Dreams

for everybody else
there is a place to go back
to feel the touch of beloved
and go back to the land, they belong

I have none
I belong to nowhere
I am of no fixed address

my aimless walk around the world
lodging myself into a corner of my heart
I just follow the road
commencing the journey of uncountable miles

starlit sky is my roof
aromatic soil, my bed...if tired
ocean, my water
and sun, my thirst

above me the balcony of an ailing heaven
below the pavement of tattered livelihood
in between the uncertainity
an amorphous 'if'
and I move on to the nomadic journey

for everybody else
there is a place to go back
I have none
but, I don't mourn
I don't need it
I am a gypsy in my dreams
and I am happy the way I am!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
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