From Here To There (Ongoing)

I wandered lonely as a hunter who goes miles with his camera and scooter. All at once I saw a magical light that goes beside the dense forest. Wavering and dazzling on the river throughout the day. If I stop talking then the beautiful melody of chirruping of birds that float through the wave of gentle breeze to my ear, the smell of soil after first rain, immediately attracts my attention. The wet leaves start wavering and the sky becomes a canvas of love. All these magical touches, urge me to become a romantic poet. My mind painted with grainy black, the eyes full of old shades. Stories of my life spent over memories, mysteries, escapes and love. Whenever I close my eyes I can feel mystical fog, green paddy fields, chirruping of birds, dark narrow lanes, gentle breeze, magical light of sun, gentle waves of the river, colourful sky mysterious homes, dense forest, heavy rain and mountain ditch. I feel closeness and I believe I belong to these places each and every time. Depression holds me back but my soul wants to flee throughout these beautiful memory lanes, forever.