I am a wanderer,
Wandering lands I haven't seen
Tasting delicacies, I didn't know existed
I have seen those rivers rushing by
Also the autumn breeze carrying the wilted leaves away
The cherry blossoms on bright sunny days
And the crowds which didn't know how I was watching them,
I have been to places, yet I haven't
To the edge of cliffs feeling the echoes of my own name
Towards sunset points where lovers inked their presence,
On morning cafes where the sillage of the coffee filled the ambiance
I have hummed tunes of languages I am yet to learn
I have wandered in the crowds finding my own muses
Meeting and watching people live their story,
While I wandered around finding my new stories, in new places
That's how I saw the world yet I didn't
On a voyage of my pen, I have seen places
Felt them, lived moments all in my muse
Story