I've not travveled much,
Maybe because when destinations are predecided, the journeys become predictable,
Or maybe because the destinations are much more exciting when the journey is unknown.
And that sums up my love for 3 AM journeys.
Unpredictable, exciting and introspective.
As I walk through the empty roads, memories run past,
as the roads seem to be never-ending just like the beauty.
The sweet smells of the wallflowers along with the smells of night jasmine and moonflowers fill my heart.
As i gaze at the pulchritudinous night sky,
I find little moments of joy,
that do make an impact
The little odd roads that i took,
does ask me to look back,
at the perplexing journey I've had, and also at the joy of the journey.
While i wonder about the wearisome roads ,
about the tremendously huge parts of the sky, unexplored,
I do realise the beautiful bliss of undergoing the process of life, overcoming the impediments of the journey.
As i stand on the terrace, the leaves of the trees start to settle their shadows on my hollow skins,
The night sky appeals to be gazed upon,and the sweet breezes of the empty lanes, bring me the nostalgia.
And the bliss of the 3 AM journeys.
Or maybe because the destinations are much more exciting when the journey is unknown.
And that sums up my love for 3 AM journeys.
Unpredictable, exciting and introspective.
As I walk through the empty roads, memories run past,
as the roads seem to be never-ending just like the beauty.
The sweet smells of the wallflowers along with the smells of night jasmine and moonflowers fill my heart.
As i gaze at the pulchritudinous night sky,
I find little moments of joy,
that do make an impact
The little odd roads that i took,
does ask me to look back,
at the perplexing journey I've had, and also at the joy of the journey.
While i wonder about the wearisome roads ,
about the tremendously huge parts of the sky, unexplored,
I do realise the beautiful bliss of undergoing the process of life, overcoming the impediments of the journey.
As i stand on the terrace, the leaves of the trees start to settle their shadows on my hollow skins,
The night sky appeals to be gazed upon,and the sweet breezes of the empty lanes, bring me the nostalgia.
And the bliss of the 3 AM journeys.
