Returning Home

The year is approaching towards the end and there are many memories to share regarding travel (parts of India)and life experiences for the year. Regarding the journey, I’ve been through these places during the year (may be multiple times at few places)

Mumbai — Vadodara — Ahmedabad — Kolkata (list will get interesting towards the end)— Jaipur — Haryana — Chennai — Daman — Silvasa— Gurgaon — Delhi — Pune — Nashik — Kolhapur — Goa — Rumsu — SAR Pass (14500 Ft)— Chandigarh — Manali — Tosh — Kasol ….. and many more (which I don’t even remember as of now)

Traveling places and creating memories has always been a dream of almost everyone, and traveling has always been fun for me too. Exploring places, experiencing different cultures and knowing different people; added with natural beauty of all places, is what I’ve always experienced and craved for.

However, there is something that also matters apart from traveling — that is where you land up at the end of the trip to unpack your bags, whom you think about before sleeping every night, whom you text or call up the first in the morning, where you come back to cherish the memories of the trip just completed and where you chalk out the next trip plans again.

This is what our hearts look for — the place, the person and the people. This reminds me of the quote “Home is where the heart is”.

I’ve been a wanderer since a long time and the craving to visit places and to explore every inch of the earth would never end. Now, imagine you were on a ten day odd trek to somewhere in the Himalayas — one of the finest ranges across the globe. Toughest trails and treks, and finally getting rewarded by the peaceful cold breeze and the astonishingly beautiful view from the summit. This would be a great experience worth remembering for the life.

NOW, after the descend you’d look for a place to relax for a day or two at a silent and peaceful place with only the best two or five people of your life. May be that is home — be it your apartment, be it the people who are there with you. Indeed that would be equally peaceful as the summit.


Similar is our journey here on this blue planet. We are here to live, learn, travel, explore places, love, create memories. However, at the end we are bound to return to our homes and ultimately rest in peace with all the experiences and memories.

So, create memories, travel far, love more, be generous, spread happiness and never settle

Carpe Diem..

Love. Cheers!

-JB

Dreamed to be

He dreamed to be with you,
Together, forever with you…

Nights were different, days not same,
Love or infatuation, or other name,
Dreamed to travel world together,
Win everything, be it whatever,
He dreamed to be with you,
Together, forever with you..

You promised to always stay,
Never wanted to let you go away,
Destiny had a plan little different,
Neither he dreamed nor you could want,
He dreamed to be with you,
Together, forever with you….

Nights are scary, drowsy are days,
Dreams are same, but not that he says,
He still dreams, what he had dreamed,
‘Stay don’t go’ the midnights screamed,
He dreamed to be with you,
Together, forever with you…

Oh girl! I dream what he had dreamed,
‘Stay don’t go’, you’re born to be loved,
Fly together the world as the winds,
Heart speaks better, more than minds,
You dreamed to be with him,
Together, forever with him,
He dreamed to be with you,
Together, forever with you…

You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly ;
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly:

When you kill your self-esteem,
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly ;

If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly:

If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly:

If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away…..
You start dying Slowly !!!

Love your life Love yourself…

Pablo Neruda

Yaadein.. Memories in the clouds

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Khule aasman ke neeche chalte Jana yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata h..

Ajeeb dastak h waqt ki,
Bachpan cheen le gaya ab sukoon lene aaya hai,
Waqt ki kabhi parwah Nai Karna yaad aata hai,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata hai..

Aashiyana bana liya patthar maati mila kar,
Maa ki gaud me bina chat ke sukoon se sona yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata hai..

Khule aasman ke neeche chalte Jana yaad aata h,
Taaron ke neeche so Jana yaad aata h..

[Poem] Her eyes say yes

Her eyes say Yes, her lips say No.
Ah, tell me, Love, when she denies,
Shall I believe the lips or eyes?
Bid eyes no more dissemble,
Or lips too tremble
The way her heart would go!

Love may be vowed by lips, although

Cold truth, in unsurrendering eyes,
The armistice of lips denies.
But can fond eyes dissemble,
Or false lips tremble
To this soft Yes in No?