The Calling.....with love from the "unknown"

Yes u get lost ..amidst the daily humdrum , the usual ,the mundane , the sudden rains , the sudden change in weather . It's everyday  of music , bus rides , train journeys and watching sweaty women fight for rights, fight with their families , fight for their families , abuse , rebuke , reprimand societal stigmas , also for not abiding by them . Everyone seems confused, baffled , provoked at the slightest epiphany of the unknown , the unusual , scared of the vicious circle of fate , the improbable becoming a possibility , the deviation from normal . Fear envelopes your senses to become agitated and rebel . Is being a rebel good? It brings out the dark side , the demon which lurks somewhere awaiting a breakthrough.  It somewhat frees you and that's good right! You become a bad person but you become good for you and self love is the best love because no-one cares actually.It's a facade , a show , it's Darwin's ultimatum working all along both scientifically and philosophically , nothing hurts more than to lose and a win makes you the happiest. Humanity, morality comes when you have achieved inner peace , a satisfaction that you are winning , these are superficial trespasses. All u need is a win and then you travel.Take a long ride with the wind gushing past your face , like your eyelashes swirl with the breeze , like you have no hair to assemble , like the air just slaps you repeatedly and for once you enjoy the beating , you want more of a spanking , you want a typhoon , you want a storm to ravish you , to touch upon every part of your crevice and bring out an orgasm like no human can ever make you experience. You want to usurp the wind  , you want to let it touch your bossom , to traverse through your loosely shunted shirt and slowly travel down but it ain't slow. It's a whirlpool of ecstacy , your eyes meet the wonder of nature , while you dive into the mixture of brown, blue and green waters you wanna drown in its power yet you fear it will own you , make you it's slave , the plateau, the hills , the sea never leaves your memory, not even the flower you had smothered  or the scent of the rain in the unknown vacates you. You have become its slave , you submit , for once you let it win and it's beautiful. Travelling alone gives you a peek at nirvana , it gives you ultimate peace  to get lost in the unknown. 

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  1. UnknownJune 12, 2017 at 5:17 PM

    Why do I feel the same.... Don't know... May be it's "THE CALLING"...

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  2. SoumyoFebruary 4, 2019 at 7:31 AM

    I travel solo. I mean I mostly have. Travelling alone gives you moments of ecstacy. You make Moments that stay with you forever. I remember sitting alone at Marina beach in the night, standing at the cliff of Gwalior fort under the scorching heat, sitting on a boat at the Ganges and watching the evening Arati in Varanasi. Solo travel gives you moments. True. But travelling with someone helps you create memories. And that, my friend, is much more than what you get out of those tiny moments travelling alone.

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