Nomad - Poem

On a trip to Taiwan, I had a strange euphoria. The feeling that no one knows me makes me very comfortable and free. In normal circumstances, a foreign place and new language would unsettle most of us. Perhaps, I find myself free since there are no expectations of being somewhere or doing something. In other words, I have no routine for me, no set pattern for the day. Or maybe, anonymity sets me free - I can do whatever i want to do and no one is watching me.

भटकता बंजारा सा मन
जब दुनिया देखकर, घर आता है,
दुनिया नहीं पाता ।
इस दौड़ भाग में, मैं समय तो भूल ही गया ।
भूल ही गया,
की मेरे गाँव की गलियां,
मेरा स्कूल,
मेरा बगीचा,
अब मेरे बस मन में बसता है ।

We go back to places we were born with expectation that we would find stuff of our memories. But everything has moved on. Our time and our stuff only lives in our memories.

रुके कहीं पर,
तो मर जायेंगे ।
चूंकि संसार का नियम नहीं है, रुकना ।
चले तो भी,
मर जायेंगे,
इस धरती के बिना।
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