~¤WildLife.¤~ Call me a boho or a hippie, my ways will be always trippy. Not cos I bloat or fly, but because I’m grateful to the sky; For aspiring me to aim high. My mottos, my theories, May not answer your queries. Life will always be a riddle, Only for those who puzzle. Gazing at the stars; lying on the ground, Listening to the distant waves bound. Myths and folklores enchant my soul, As a humble Wiccan i enroll. To embrace the old ways, For those burnt at stake in ancient days. I choose to be eclectic, Making my path more eccentric. From Coast to coast and shore to shore, The tape goes on and Morrison roars. Lightening my soul, embarking my heart, For this merry journey I depart. Glorifying His name, thanking the Universe, At the same cross ways we must reverse. Back in laps of Mother Nature, Where we are all One and nurtured. Dancing wildly in woods, Grooving to the beats; May Nirvana come at ease. Peace at heart and happiness on my mind, I’m trying to reach out for the mankind. Misunderstood and rumored all the time, I mock the society of mediocre minds. Tattoos and piercings describe my journey, Like a journal filled with memories. Glaring, eyeing me with awkwardness and envy, Arrival and departures of your likes has been many. Outcasts and weirdos you call my buddies, But merry and blessed are them; with no worries. And so are we called white collared junkies, Oh, we sure do love another ones company. Entwined in brotherhood, No other joy that beats likelihood. Rocking and rolling, Sharing our breads, And our meds. Together as we march towards the sea, I can’t forget those Pandoras chest of memories. Now I must say my prayer, But as I look into the mirror, I don’t see a stranger. But a winged caterpillar, Who’s now free to fly. - Sheetal Temkar.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 05:54:02 +0000
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