PLACES
If only thoughts were a means of travel,
Oh, the places I'd have gone by now.
The vast oceans of thoughts to think,
To think, and to be transported, bidding farewell,
To everyone, and everything around with a mere blink.
Alas! as every other armchair traveller,
I can, but, sit and slowly despair,
As to how God is being unjust,
By not catering to my wanderlust,
And instead, attached us to the Gossamer,
With no means to ever break free.
As I sit and I wonder how it would be,
To be thinking of a place and actually ending up there, Like
magic, conjured by someone with immense dexterity,
Breaking the chains that hold us from becoming free,
Free of all of the things dictated by this makeshift society.
One can only hope, for that's all that lies,
Constantly thinking of places to be in,
To squander, to visit, to drink in and get lost,
To visit those places of the future, present or past,
Before the end of this game of dice.
VAIBAVI JAYAKUMAR
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