Wanderlusting

Pondicherry, India. © Aprameya Rajput

I dream of distant lands,
of people I’ve never met.
Of the morning sea shore,
glistening gold, like fairy dust.

I crave for the sound of rustling leaves beneath my foot,
as I walk through the woods.
With nowhere to be and everywhere to go.

I yearn for the unseen.
That little quaint cafe on a rustic old street.
That tram ride through the cheerful old town.
The smell of a city I’ve never been to before,
still lingering like a sweet memory.

That childlike excitement, a heart full of wonder!
And joy. Ever growing, ever flowing.

I dream of distant lands.
And with each breath,
my soul whispers a prayer to the universe!