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What if, just what if, a group of people from all corners of the world gathering in the woods to play music and exchange energy wasn't the escape, but the norm?
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#travel #nature #music #peace #hippie
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I remember you
in the trees that reek of
unseasonal rains.
On the tables stained with
coffee and crumbs.
Through the dreamcatchers
swinging under tungsten lamps.
And the songs
that are never played too loud
or sung along.
The wonky pillows,
the crumpled bedsheets.
The old towns
and their cobbled streets.
I remember you
in all the ways I met you.
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#nature #poetry #india #remembrance #travel
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People want to be home for death.
They want to walk on cobbled streets.
Pass by taverns stuck in time.
Point at words they cannot pronounce,
in restaurants where they have to share
tables lacquered with tales
in foreign tongues.
They want to cross over borders.
And brooks.
And brooks that become borders.
Bathe in the sunlight
piercing through baroque domes.
Or through splintered roofs
in warm homes
that they temporarily call their own,
till they move to another.
People want to drink cheap wine.
Borrow expensive cigars.
Kiss wet lips.
Hold dry hands.
Sing wrong lyrics.
Unravel swan-shaped towels.
And overhear blasé ramblings
of faraway strangers.
People want to travel the world.
But, for death, they want to be home.
Where it smells like
when they were born.
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#home #travel #poetry #death #asia
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And then there was the house.
And then there was the chair.
And then there was the skin.
And the body. And the teeth. And the hair.
And then there was the suit.
And then there were the phones.
And then there was the watch,
sparkling with gems and stones.
And yet there was the void.
A space that just wouldn't fill.
For the space was the shape of you.
And you weren't there still.
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#travel #poetry #words #asia #house
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In the cackles of the leaves,
and the whispers of the winds,
I'll be.
In the clouds racing high,
and the rains beating down,
I'll be.
In the lullaby of crickets,
and the alarms of sparrows,
I'll be.
I'm one with the world.
And the world is me.
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#poetry #travel #europe #nature #countryside #horizon #village #calm #words #pyrenees #farm #travelling #travelgram #poem #naturephotography #peace #france #lonelyplanet
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There’s a little stone,
one among many,
tucked indolently in this lattice
of moss and memories,
chipped a little on one of its corners,
when you struck it with your boots
while chasing after butterflies.
There are hundreds of such stones
all across the lattice,
but with just a little dent
you gave one a story,
and made it yours.
That’s all there is to life.
Making tiny dents,
in tiny corners,
on this tiny blue rock,
in the lattice of the universe,
that we then get to call
our own.
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#poem #india #nature #love #travel #solitude #words #evening #cozy #photography #travelling #writing #forest #jungle #dusk
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I saw in you
what the ancient travellers
once saw in the stars —
Faces.
Fortune.
Future.
Things that weren’t really there.
Things they chose to see.
Things that still took them
where they needed to be.
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#travel #poem #italy #words #sunset #horizon #ocean #love #longing #poetry #path #nature #photography #travelling #poetsofinstagram #europe #travelgram #dusk #sunsetphotography
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Weren't we supposed to walk together?
And make faces, and excuses,
and breakfast, and love,
and sit on the sand,
and talk about the weather?
Or maybe,
like the other things in life,
we were supposed to do all this,
but just not forever.
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#journey #life #poetry #love #nature #travel #woods #path #words #europe #travelling #poem #lonelyplanet #italy
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When people leave,
they don't leave all of a sudden.
First to leave are the butterflies,
who once fluttered maniacally
at their sight. Or sound. Or thought.
Then to leave are the giggles.
The ones that sound funny. And free.
The last to leave is the anger.
Followed by the eternal darkness
of cold indifference.
When people leave,
they don't leave all of a sudden.
They leave in the order they arrive.
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#love #separation #anger #poem #romance #asia #poetry #travel #words #thailand
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Not all love stories
are as long as stories.
Some are mere moments,
fleeting and few.
A quick pirouette
in a room of smoke and sweat.
Chorus of a song
you sang in unison.
A secret stare from a stranger,
among others.
A letter, without an address,
holding dead petals and dreams.
An extra serving,
that spells "you're more".
A gentle squeeze
on a turbulent ride.
A hug that stays
for a second too long.
Some have happy endings.
Some have an endless pursuit.
Not all love stories
are as long as stories.
But they are all worth it.
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#love #poetry #story #travel #couple #europe #words #photography #france #village #countryside #poetrycommunity #poem #lovestory #travelgram #travelling #romance #travelingram #lonelyplanet #europe_ig
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Facts and truth,
are not one and the same.
You're not here,
and that is the fact.
You never really left,
that is the truth.
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#poetry #words #ocean #travel #asia #horizon #nature #loneliness #love #absence #swing #longing #solace #naturephotography #island #thailand #vacation #fact #truth #lonelyplanet #wait #world #poetrycommunity #instapoetry #travelgram #naturelovers #storm
