When the mind ceases to remain still,
call it anxiety, restlessness, if you will.
It ventures to terrains unknown, boundaries that are yet to be explored.
The heart that traverses spaces, but in dreams,
the inscape which broadens and gleams
So, will you keep it boxed or let it afloat?
Rising up and down like waves of the mighty ocean
Drops composed of thoughts, waves of emotion
Yearning to venture all by itself
So, will you arrest it or let it soar?
To enchanted lands with winds unknown
The mind that craves for travel,
contains numerous mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
Maps provide the aperture for probing
Eyes transform into windows to conceive
Reality intertwined with imagination
And Fact convoluted with fiction
So, will you cork it or let it pour?
This urge to go out there and see
Observe, absorb, gaze and swallow
Uncharted territories beckon
Faraway lands plead,
So, will you circumscribe or let it expand?
Do something that your future self would be thankful for
Wander to whichever place life takes you
Lose yourself in the ebb and flow
Find yourself there too!
So, will you let your consciousness erupt or bottle it up?
Saunter like a meandering brook
Outline your peregrination
Be a vagabond through the arts
A soulful melody, a book that does the therapy or
a painting that speaks of rambling longitudes
So, will you button up or start the navigation?
M.A ( English) Final year