running away from life which seemed hollow;
I wanted to experience freedom and the strength of my own wings,
Over the dependence on branch and worldly things.
As I traveled on the plains, trains and cars,
I heard stories, discussions and different talks;
I realized how different they were from mine
Yet so authentic and extremely fine.
As I experienced the rivers, snow and mountains,
and tasted food and wine of different kinds;
I could look at things as they were,
Beyond my occurrence as illusions they were.
I learnt to break off from the past,
Stay away from the rat race of the present as it was cast;
I realised how analysis is meaningless,
And REALITY IS BEAUTIFULLY SEAMLESS:)