Travel Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Drifting away
From reality
Paradoxically
One morning
Overpowered
By unruly
Current
Of thoughts
Unbalanced
I lost control
Over
The mind

As such
Rushed out
Of the habitat
Under a fit of
Short temper
And narrowness
Of my mind
Leaving behind
A big house
And family
So small
Resourceful
Replete
With awareness
Yet
No time
Thus far
No judgment

Out of
Anxiety
Set out
In search
Of serenity
Love and shelter
Look for
The ways
And means
Outside
So as to
To clean
The inner
And outer
Layers of filth
Of mind
Without
Going inside
Of it

But
Longer
The voyage
Poorer
The produce
My own thoughts
Injured me deep
As I peep
So far
No enemy
To be seen

The finite
Flow
Of energy
Called as life
Flows inward
Outward
And vice-versa
Creating-
Vibrations
Of peace
And calm.

-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India