Traveling since ages…
Seeing the sea…
Mounting the mountains…
There is adventure...thrill…New experiences...
Happiness…joyous moments…enjoyment…
Everything is there for which anyone would envy…
But still something is missing…
Still trying to know what is left to achieve…
But feels it’s late to realize...
It is something which cannot be achieved…
Cannot be cured…
Cannot be explained…
It makes life a bit less than life…
A bit less than everything achieved…
Now it seems been traveling alone…
Been with all since don’t know…
But Passing by are all new faces I can see…
In a crowd I’m alone…
No one is there in this busy life…
No one to walk with for awhile…
No one to hold when led back…
But still I’m travelling…
Still want to travel alone…
Still want to achieve more…
Still want to fight for my existence…
Being alone is better than being someone you are not…
Something which is not in you…
Being alone is been safe…
Away from been hurt…
Away from all troubles and sorrows…
But still something is missing…
Being all by myself seems like empty me…
Seems like all my life, have no tales to say and to hear…
As I was years back I’m now and forever…
Nittisha Mahapatra
