Ramblings

Untouched by words
aloof from emotions
dipped in water, but not wet
blown by air, but not dry
cold in heat, hot in cold
detached from surroundings
form less like smoke
roaming from one place to another
like a nomad, a vagabond
no abode to call his own
no land his promised land
like a hermit
he sails through time
in search of enlightenment
in search of peace
peace that will never be his
or perhaps it will be
destiny chooses not to reveal
what it engulfs in its embrace
till the time is just right
or the fate just abandoned

Nothing has come to pass
nothing ever will
for he cannot be touched
for he cannot be spoilt
for he is just a rider
hitching one ride after another
like locust he feeds off them
only to hop on and on
till he reaches where he belongs
how many sacrifices would be needed
for the journey is long
no one can say for sure
how long would it take
for a gypsy to settle down

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~asto' ma sat gamaya