The nomad with an empty backpack…

I have travelled to the dusty corners of lives hidden in closets

I have loved the smell of old newspapers on the shelves in the closet

I have lived the solitary fields running past our bus on the highway

I have touched the tiny white flowers in the waterfall

I have never known what I wanted

Except travel with you to the light at the end of this tunnel…

A toothbrush, a sweater, a diary of prayers, a candle, a jumbled head, songs of yesterday and some more empty space in my wardrobe… i burnt it all last night…

My backpack is empty now… got to fill it before life books me a ticket to another unknown destination… yeah life is the best Travel Agent I tell you:-) It puts you on the best flights that time can buy…


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