Hopelessly not in love with love, yet craving for affection, always at places which had nothing beyond than companionship to offer. Oh such was the story of the vagabond, bound to nowhere.
But, look closely! A vagabond is nothing but a misdirection- from the truth of our lives. Our lives have long been inflicted with the perils of emotions - happy or sad, nobody can escape them.
And then, there are the escapists, who escape into thoughts, deeds; merely to escape what they carry within themselves, or rather as others say; what they think they carry within themselves. Some deem them cowards others may hail them as survivors. But nobody asks them - an escapist or a vagabond, what they are and what they want. The looming souls of the earth, always feeling loneliness beyond the earth's horizon; yet relishing it beyond heaven's nectar.
The vagabond does not expect any companionship, but secretly desires it. But to be one's own companion is like smiling at the sun, laughing at the rain and flying in the wind - the untamed desire and lust to live life at one's own will runs wild.
Again, look closely - we all want that and at the same instance have done that as well.
The escapists - the vagabonds, are nothing but mere reflection of our most purest, darkest and yet most innocent desire - to live; and to be able to live with the choices we have made, sometimes in the name of responsibility and sometimes in the name of selfishness.
And yet, despite all our flaws, despite all our righteousness; we live! To see another day. To dream another night.
But, look closely! A vagabond is nothing but a misdirection- from the truth of our lives. Our lives have long been inflicted with the perils of emotions - happy or sad, nobody can escape them.
And then, there are the escapists, who escape into thoughts, deeds; merely to escape what they carry within themselves, or rather as others say; what they think they carry within themselves. Some deem them cowards others may hail them as survivors. But nobody asks them - an escapist or a vagabond, what they are and what they want. The looming souls of the earth, always feeling loneliness beyond the earth's horizon; yet relishing it beyond heaven's nectar.
The vagabond does not expect any companionship, but secretly desires it. But to be one's own companion is like smiling at the sun, laughing at the rain and flying in the wind - the untamed desire and lust to live life at one's own will runs wild.
Again, look closely - we all want that and at the same instance have done that as well.
The escapists - the vagabonds, are nothing but mere reflection of our most purest, darkest and yet most innocent desire - to live; and to be able to live with the choices we have made, sometimes in the name of responsibility and sometimes in the name of selfishness.
And yet, despite all our flaws, despite all our righteousness; we live! To see another day. To dream another night.
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