{"id":786,"date":"2021-03-20T16:10:22","date_gmt":"2021-03-20T16:10:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/?p=786"},"modified":"2021-03-20T16:47:02","modified_gmt":"2021-03-20T16:47:02","slug":"wanderlust-a-hearts-longing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/takhte.in\/VoiceofViews\/wanderlust-a-hearts-longing\/","title":{"rendered":"Wanderlust a heart\u2019s longing"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Tanvi Nagar
Delhi Public School, Gurugram, Haryana<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart aches for another breeze to brush by me gently,
My road of life is shaped by the curvaceous path of destiny,
My dwelling is in every creek, in every cave by the mountainside,
I don\u2019t have a solitary who keeps my secrets, in whom I confide,
I am not garlanded by pearls, I am adorned by the solar systems\u2019 stardust,
I keep one foot after the other, inspired by my soul\u2019s own wanderlust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart aches for the dingy forests and scent of the fresh roses,
I do not regret over the roads in life I have left behind, unchosen,
I am enchanted by this stupendous world, by every blue river and stream,
I seek pleasure in the untruthfulness of my illusionistic dreams,
I do not wish to bear the weight of the finest of silk nor purest gold,
I only yearn that mysteries of this world, with my wanderlust, I can unfold. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When my heart aches for the magic of nature, the brilliant shades of rainbows,
I am not bound to choose the grassy road neither the one with snow,
I do not reside in the lavish houses in the country,
The lap of nature is enough to soothe my weary body,
My pockets are filled with emptiness like the core of my longing heart,
This immortal longing of mine is satisfied by nature\u2019s exquisite art. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My aching heart desires to see all of life\u2019s zillion hues,
For my soul\u2019s lust for adventure, the earth is it\u2019s muse,
With nothing more than an ignited desire of adventure,
I have no tales to tell of heroism, cowardice or valour,
Yet, wanderlust takes upon my soul in a thousand different ways,
It is this unusual desire that shapes my destiny, the world says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Faded<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tanvi Nagar
Delhi Public School, Gurugram, Haryana<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The warm yellow sunshine-
fire from the golden medallion
it\u2019s orange-red fiery fangs
reaching out towards the earth
pouring in through slits of the horizon
where the clouds don\u2019t cover the lands
and the mountain tops don\u2019t reach,
kissed my forehead and tanned my hands
and then bounced off the photograph
that was held in the clasp of my sweaty palms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Its brownish coffee-coloured edges
tested by the toughest times
and the yellowness set into the frame
made the faces in the picture seem more alive.
The two girls-hand in hand
their soft faces lit up by stunning smiles
looked directly into the camera
as if staring straight into my eyes.
Maybe it was a mirror, one its kind-
for I was able to look into my eyes
from so many years ago
yet, not fully recognise the little girl
I saw in the faded photo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amid the smudged background
and the shoreline of the beach
I could make out my father\u2019s figure-
admiring his two daughters by the beach.
My mother behind the lens
captured this moment into a frame
yet was missing from the shot
like some of the fleeting passerbys\u2019 hands
who were somehow silhouettes in my past
and yet, nothing more than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sitting on the same spot at the beach
looking at the sun fall into the horizon
as if simply sliding by into another world
carrying away the day\u2019s secrets,
and the clouds breaking and crumbling-
colouring the sky with varied hues,
all whilst my hands held the course grains of the sand
and I paced into the past and ran back as fast
into the present world of mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gentle wind touched my forehead
and the water splashed onto my feet
What if these were the same droplets of water
that was captured in the photograph?
Maybe, I held the same sand in my hands too.
But the people in the frame-
they couldn\u2019t ever remain preserved in that time.
They were simply remnants of my past and
just like the photograph in my hands,
they were blurred, faded and damaged,
yet alive-
inside the chambers of my mind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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