A Hundred Quills
"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing
Homeward Bound
The happiest journeys
are ironically homeward bound.
There’s hurry in flight
and a nervous spark.
Like a million flitters
of long-lost lovers,
there’s hope for a tryst
with the past.
But those who return
to the base
are never the ones who flew off on another day.
Their palms
crisscrossed with lines of fate
and life etched on their face.
Just as their homes
abandoned in time
are mere shadows of the places
where they once lovingly stayed.
Such a beautiful sentiment. Home: the place you are always willing to run from and yet return to.
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Yes Suchita. Thanks for visiting.
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beautiful..nothing compares to the travel home after having lived your adventures
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Of course. Travel back as someone new
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Such a beautiful feeling- I can relate to it as I travel a lot 😊
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some journeys can’t be explained. This is such a a beautiful representation of such journeys
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Thank you Swati
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Beautiful Sonia..
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Thank you💐💐
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