The backpacking trip

As we rush to and fro in the city...facing the same old routine...same old phone calls...there comes a moment in our life, where we really stop and think -- is this wat i really wanted?? or is there something out there..i really need to seek!! The moment passes by. But, the craving stays back.


let our life be like a backpacking trip

wine bottle in your bag and whisky in mine
sweet water of the regions and brown bread to dine

let the unknown streets hear your guitar tunes
and our footsteps be carved on the sand dunes

let every border crossed seem like a new birth
and let our experiences reincarnate a new cult

the aromas of each town
the cold rivers flowing down
their kingdoms, their cultures will be our discoveries
which will flourish as our golden memories

the mourns lost in the darkened homes
will drop tears in our souls
to see a new sun we will move ahead
but those images will never fade

nothing pure as an angel, no rivals so cheap
let our life be like a backpacking trip!!