Travel

By Yashika Taneja

I want to travel,

Travel far beyond this city

Far away from it’s hustle-bustle

This crude city with no pity

Where everyday living becomes a tussle

I want to travel,

Travel away into the high hills

Chains of mountains big and small

Which produce around them a sweet chill

Where trees stand short and tall

I want to travel,

Travel towards those high peaks

Snow-clad, frozen, white and still

In whose surroundings my heart speaks

Fearless, open, without any drills

I want to travel,

Travel to the land of Tibetan flags

That sway in the breeze with a pride

Proving peace to all riches and rags

Whose presence brings a spring in my stride

I want to travel,

Travel to the south of my nation

Where there are incessant rains

That pave the way to many creations

To be gazed at while travelling by trains

I want to travel,

Travel to the sands of the deserts

Where people stand in attires bright

And face all their joys and hazards

To whom the storms don’t give a fright

I want to travel,

Travel to the silent standing lands

They see and hear all that goes

Silent witnesses to the times’ sands

Never tire of being on their toes

I want to travel,

Travel to the mist covered paths

Where nothing is visible at all

It is nature’s blanket, not it’s wrath

In that mist, walkers never fall

I want to travel,

Travel away into the scorching heat

Of the sun shining on southern land

It comes unfailingly on it’s beat

People just sweat as they stand

I want to travel,

Travel to the nights spent on a beach

Coloured sand shining in moonbeam

Those vibrant shades beyond my reach

March in my eyes as a soldier’s team

I want to travel,

Travel towards the unending oceans

Surrounded by waves on all sides

The waters more magical than potions

It opens it’s arms strong and wide

I want to travel,

Travel into the woods very deep

Where the sounds of nature are close

As much as I want, nothing’s mine to keep

It is just like temporary medicine’s doze

I want to travel,

Travel to the small town’s market

Where people throng on pavements

The world is confined to an arcade

For an hour’s delight, half day they drive

I want to travel,

Travel to those far stretched fields

Where fragrant flowers dance and sway

Where only pleasure and breeze yields

The tingling in your body, making you gay

I want to travel,

Travel to those imaginary places

That exist in an artist’s mind

Where long hours are spent on gazes

That look towards the beauty kind

I want to travel,

Travel where my soul leads me towards

On the never ending green dusty roads

That go nowhere but only forwards

With soul thirsting destinations on board.

By Yashika Taneja