Freespirit Juneja

(09 Aug 1983 / New Delhi)

The Wandering Gypsy


Looking at the prop roots of Banyan
Immense hold of its territory
Felt like a kicked can
No permanent place to stay
No place to keep as confined identity
I feel myself like the wandering gypsy

Run daily to a new direction
Learn life's truths
Keep false notions as fictions
Life turned into a mere prediction
Everthing becomin topsy turvy
I just feel myself as the wandering gypsy

Everyday,
New place to be explored
New commitments to be laid
New religion to be imbibed
Failing which I've no place to hide
Thrown away like a Frisbee
I'm no less than the wandering gypsy

Life's fashion reached standstill
Luggage bag can't hold the cloth hill
My loved ones shoved away
Communication died on the way
Jumping like an obedient monkey
I feel myself as the wandering gypsy

Unaware of my final destination
Life turned into a unique animation
Cry to god to curtail this journey
Transform me to a settled man
Seems I'm burning my skin
Rather getting tanned
As it's just the beginning of the long journey
Need to run for long as the wandering gypsy

Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012
Edited: Sunday, June 09, 2013

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  • Greg Uhan (5/9/2012 9:45:00 AM)

    I agree with the insightful comments offered by Yosra: the poet, lost, aimless on the road, with no guide. The poets plight captured precise. I my self have been there many times. stray strong walking the path, you are a truly talented poet. (Report) Reply

  • Kayode Benjamin (5/9/2012 8:37:00 AM)

    Ur poem was gud bro...only dat it dearths figures of speech and mostly ryhmes..bt its realy poetic..kip d lyts on. i love it. (Report) Reply

  • Yosra Baidi (5/3/2012 3:05:00 PM)

    welll it's not complement but i'm speechless this poem is very expressive, it anouces the inner of the poet as aimless or lost in the road where no guide is there to follow and reach his goal,
    this reminds me of a novel i read entiteled the sun also rises by Earnest hemingway in which the major theme is LOSS refering to the Lost Generation, and i like most the metaphores used such as the wandering gypsy and others, this concerning to component, on the other hand, i want to comment on the form which is free versed poem but it contains certain regularity and musical devices and that's what i liked most cause i felt as if reading a lyrical poem. thank you for messaging me. hope you keep me up dated with your news and i hpe also that you have a look at my poems (Report) Reply

  • Guess Who (5/1/2012 4:46:00 AM)

    Nice poem nicely expressed i love it .......... Good luck with your poems
    Guess WWho (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (4/23/2012 7:35:00 PM)

    Excellent! I identify with your journey 100% but in my case it was only a dream that vanished after I woke up! In many ways, I feel like that here in New York City! This a great and well penned write that clearly makes the readers think deeply and compare their own situations to this well described story which is touching! I really like it! 10+++ Your poetic talent will take you to the top of the Poetry World one day! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply

  • Steven Drake (4/23/2012 2:16:00 PM)

    Read your poem. Feels like running into walls. Wondering where one should belong? When life isn't always in presence of your song. Especially when your heart aches. And friends seem to be all gone! Running away from the pain that hits you between the eyes. Survival in faith beyond disguise. Rights of passageway's bounty on soul. When I write I learn more about myself and the world that I don't always feel that I belong to. I painted an abstract painting of a banyan tree. It's on my web sight. Such an interesting sacred tree. Help bring out the nature of us human beings. Thanks for inviting me to read your poem. I enjoyed it. Keep on writing and contact me in the future. It's nice to know other writers to be able to relate to. Steven Drake (Report) Reply

  • Rebecca .C. (4/23/2012 12:06:00 PM)

    amazing poem...i understood it and liked it a lot...it i cant explain it. It was really good though. well done. (Report) Reply

  • Saniya Galeyeva (4/23/2012 11:09:00 AM)

    As one Russian poet said, They say they cannot risk because they have homes and there is light in their homes. I don`t know who is right. There is a rain for me outside, there is a dinner for them indoors. The same mood is felt in your poem. It`s a good one. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (4/23/2012 4:22:00 AM)

    The fatigue of everyday life, the restless life makes one tired of life.Usage of simile is nice.Gypsy here has become the emblem of moving soul. Terrific! (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/18/2012 10:43:00 AM)

    Hey Wandering gypsy that was great poem with Desi music :) I mean i got your gypsy style here, but i would love more if you create more gypsy imagery and acting as a gypsy soul..but the poem was really good, i never read the first version of this poem but this one is cool! ! _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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