Story of a traveler

    “May came home with a
Smooth round stone
      As small as a world and
As large as alone”
               E.E CUMMINGS

Hello my lovely readers, writing after a short break. I missed it just like a thirsty man who misses every single drop of water.
So I thought I should write about something that I learned during the past few months.

My today’s story is dedicated to a city that calls me from a distant place. A city which never stops or sleep…. Mumbai (India)………HAPPY READING.

” Life is a journey we all need to travel”


I entered in the drawing room of my grand parent’s home, shouting, “hey grandpa where are you? Are you ready for the interview?

I was doing journalism and for my project I want to wrote a story about travelling & traveler and no one could be better than my grandpaa as he was a crazy traveler. Yes, he is crazy, he almost traveled every part of this earth.

His favorite quote was, “The world is like a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

I shouted again.
Grandma  replied,” He went for a walk, just wait a while he is about to come.”
After a while he has come. As always he was looking great at age of 85. He was quite handsome.
I askedto grandpa, ” Are you ready for the interview? I really want to make this project the best one.
He said, “I would love to help you. Ask what you need to know.”
I said, ” Let’s begin with the beginning.  We all know that you are in love with travelling. And I want to publish a story of a traveler.”
Grandpa begins his story or I would say he began to tell the story of a traveler.

This story begins when I was a little boy. I was  around ten years old when first time I travelled with my father. We went to a little town, but that experience changed something inside me. New places, people, their custom, new surrounding,  new languages everything  have new life and I just love that feeling.

One day in school my teacher asked what we want to be and my answer was I wanted to be a traveler. Everyone laughed at me.
My teacher then said,” No one can do anything being a traveler. ”
I didn’t care what others say or think about me, my only aim was to be a traveler. But who could allow a little boy to see this big world alone.
Everyone opposes but at age of fifteen, I ran away from home. And start travelling, during that 6 to 7 years I almost cover half part of the glob. I saw many new places, met different kind of persons, learned new languages along with adopted many good and bad habits.

Though I was doing which I always want to do, but there was a feeling of  restlessness, an uneasiness which keeps making me sick. I was in search of something. ….. Something, about which I don’t know. In that search I reached in a distant village. Where I met a Sufi saint.

I told him about my quest. He listened and after some time, he said, ” You’re still a tourist not a traveler my son.”
I asked what is the difference between a tourist and a traveler.

” The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to seewas his reply.

I asked, ” Would you tell me how could I become a traveler? ”
No, I can’t tell you that I can just help you to show the right path. Go back and live a few months at such a place where people take temporary shelter, then travel  through, first from bus, train and at the end of the ship after one year I will meet you at the same place. Hope you get what you are looking for. Just remember one thing. …..

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”

After that conversation I take the leave. I did as the saint told me. I spent  six months in a temporary shelter made for travelers.  People come and go, some were friendly, some didn’t take much interest. Many times I talked to them, try to understand  from where they are coming and where are they going.

The season has passed & I started my journey again.
We met again. The  saint said, ” you seem different. Did you find what you were searching for?”

I replied calmly, ” My search is still going on but I found the answer of my questions. ”
So what you  have to share with me asked the saint.
I said,” you know, I learned three major things.

First, everything is temporary.
Second, the great affair is to move on.
Third, it made me modest. I got to know what a tiny place I ocuppy in this world.

Travelling and especially that temporary shelter in which you told me to spend time has taught me many unsaid lessons about life.

I met many people some I really liked, some I didn’t & if I say frankly, I fall in love with a few. Some hadn’t taken any interest other hurt me with their selfish behavior, but in the end all those emotion, not leave any great impact on me as I know that these people are here just to go.
The same thing is applicable on life. If we accept the truth that the present moment is the only thing we have then only we able to enjoy and continue our journey peacefully.

If I stick to that place I never able to see what this world has to offer me. Keep moving on is the only mantra of this journey. Likewise, in life too, many times something happens which hold us, we are not able to get out of that situation at that time we forget that  even water start stinking if it stop flowing.

And in the end through this experience I am able to know who I am & what I have to offer to this world in return.

I said, ” Thank you, if you haven’t suggested me to experience all this then I never able to know the truth. But I am still not able to get why you told me to travel through different means of transportation. ”

Saint smiled and say, ” I am happy for you, but as you said the great affair is to move. Yes, keep moving on is the main thing about this journey, but with that we need stability too, hope one day you find that stability too. And the reason of different means of transportation is to make the thing symbolize that in whatever way you travel or live your life in the end we all going to meet the same destination …….before  you go just remember one thing which I am going to tell you….  ..  .   
“It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end… .   HAPPY JOURNEY”

That’s my story, the story of a traveler

I was  mesmerized by it, but still have a question. Did you find stability, which the saint was talking about?

“Yes, I have when I met your Grandma”. He said cheerfully

You know my son, life is not a road full of roses, but a path where you meet thorns too. On this journey many times you stumble, but to avoid the fall you need someone’s hand to hold you and that work will be done by your beloved.

NOTE: Hope you enjoy reading this story so please give your feedback and help me to improve as the …journey just begin.

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Home Coming

I came back to my home

That place where my soul belongs

In the journey some time I lost

Some time I found my self

but never forget that its not my destination

I belong to somewhere else

When I feel to give up

think why still I hold on

Waiting for this home coming a way too long

Now I am at my  home and safe and filled

With the comfort of being somewhere I’ve already been

– Supriya


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Always Remember

Always remember to forget,
the things that made you sad,
But never forget to remember,
the things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget
the friends that proved untrue,
But never forget to remember,
those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget
the troubles that passed away
But never forget to remember
the blessing that comes each day.

Always remember to forget
the pain that life gave,
But never forget to remember
those lesson it teaches you along the way.

It’s okay if you forget my name,
it’s okay if you forget who I am,
But never forget to remember
that my love is for you forever & always.

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An Unknown Girl

black,and,white,butterfly,shadow,silhouette,woman-0dca4424bfe3d0d86fe6cf494232af62_mAn unknown girl,
Does selfish love,
makes you feel 
that you are her world

Behind her beauty
there are so many unsaid words,
hidden meanings reside there
no one knows how she loves.

Darkness looks bright
Pain seems pleasant
Useeable show itself
You find a deep sense of pleasure

You can see heaven in her eyes,
You feel an intense desire to be with her,
In her presence you can find everything
Once you could imagine even for a while.

Passion flows in your veins
when she kisses you
you get new wings
You can feel its hard to go afar.

She takes your hand,
makes you alive,
gives you a feeling 
that you never describe.

She is mysterious
Her heart is full of love,
She has eyes that can penetrate
the soul of a hurt.

Willingfully waiting for you
 Wants to give you her love
like a dream comes true,

Pour it in your vacant heart
And still you feel the thirst of love.

This thirst makes you 
to go in search of her
where you find no one 
as she is an unknown girl 
who does selfish love.


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Who will cry when I die

Alcoholic, unloved, useless was those words which could be used for me till I had that unusual experience or say life changing experience. I always used to think that who will gonna cry when I die. There was no one who will miss me if I die today, no one who will cry on my grave that thing made me sad. I have no one, no family, no friends, and no love. I was all alone but a single incident had changed my way of thinking along with my life forever.

That day too I was badly drunk and in that state I didn’t remember where I slept. In the morning when I woke up by the sound of crying I check myself I was lying under a tree in a graveyard. I saw many people wearing black dress standing near a grave and crying. I rubbed my eyes and look around so many people crying for a single person. I thought he must be so lucky lots of people love him while I was busy in my thinking a manly voice interrupt my thinking.

How could you say that? I turned my back a man in white suit eating potato chips standing near me. ‘Don’t you see so many people are crying for him. I have no one who can cry after my death…. No one.’ I said sadly.

The man said, “ Feeling sorry not for you but your way of thinking. A death is not worthy if you have someone to cry on your grave but a death would be worth if you able to give someone a reason to smile after your death.”

I asked, “ What… what do you mean by that.?”
He said, “Let’s go. I will show you something interesting.”

We went near that place where everyone was standing. He starts saying, “These are that man’s business partners, employees, relatives, children and wife. These people lost their business partner, their boss, their cousin, uncle and so, these children lost their father and that lady lost her husband. They all are crying but it’s just for a while as they all knew the biggest truth of life.

“Laugh, and the world laugh with you; Weep, and you weep alone”

Today they all have time to come and cry on his grave but when he is alive no one bother to meet him without any reason. I am not only blaming them as we all are doing so. Dear, you know we all are running trying to beat the time but in that we forget the most important thing that we are first a human than a clock. Today we have a long to-do list but we have no list of to-be. We have so many things to be connected but we don’t know how to be connected with the heart.

We are so mesmerized with the fake light of this world that we are not able to see that darkness can be more beautiful if we have someone’s hand to hold.

At this point I remember Robert Brault words, “ I value the friend who for me finds time on the calendar but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult the calendar.”
Hard to find such a friend but I will suggest never try to find anyone like that as it said never search good people, be good may be someone’s such ends on you.

Today they all saying good things about that man that he was kind, good, sincere, a nice person. He cares for others, loves his family, a gentleman in the truest sense. But in reality they never bother to say all these things when he was alive. I am not saying that they are selfish as we all do so in our life. We never feel tired to pin point others fault or say negative things about them but we stop saying and showing our love & gratitude after a point of time. We start taking everything and everyone for granted.

I will suggest you to overly use those words, which shows your love ones.
Orlando  Battista was right when he said, “ The greatest weakness of most human is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re still alive.” You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

Now go and live it and stop thinking that who will cry when I die. Instead think how many faces can smile while they cry by just remember you.


After our conversation I thanked that man for opening my eyes and gave me new point of view to see things differently I asked, “How you know that man so well? That man smiled and said, ” That was me.”

“With each passing day I am going more & more near to my Death. Death is not an ending in fact its a new beginning. On my deathbed I would only want to remember that I was, am & will be a reason of someone’s SMILE rather than someone’s PAIN. And if you want to remember me, then remember me like that my memories will help you to live a better life & make you a better person.”


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The Wait Is Long


I waited all night long,
Just to see you,
Hold me in your arms. 
Standing in the way alone,
Hoping you will come and say
 ‘I will be with you,
you are my love that’s true.’
When the cold breeze kiss my cheek,
When drop of rain touch my lips,
I miss you from the bottom of my heart
I cried aloud, wishing you could hear my weep.
But that was a dream,
which never gonna to fulfill
Tears shed from the eyes
I just want to see you
by my side. 

What was my mistake?
Tell me, for god sake.
I know it was not your fault,
You too never want to go so farBut you are a solider, 
Our people count on you.
O my love!
I still waiting for you.

You have a fight to win,
Put an end to this suffering.
I am proud of you.
But who are they,
Who apart us
And make my life blue.

I have faith, you are brave.
My love is with you,
gives you strength
till the end.

Here I am waiting just for you
crossing my fingers,
that my dream
will come true.

The wait is long
I know I have to hold on
Just want to be with you
come soon I am waiting for you.

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I Am Free

Girl_with_wide_open_armsI am free,
lost in my world
a fallacious soul
who loves to wander.
But now I am free,
full of love
in search of light
which bright me up.
With a touch of love
I can do wonders,
It gives me wings
I want to fly
Like a free bird which kiss sky.
I was living in a cage
where no one care
but now I am free
love liberates me,
Gives me chance 
to do the romance.
In the arms of thee
I found my world
where name of freedom,
is the name of love. 

( Celebrating 2nd anniversary of my blog. It was an incredible journey so far, learn so much from everyone & from my own self. Received my reader’s love and good wishes in form of their comments and likes. Today’s poem is specially dedicated to all my lovely readers without their support, love, encouragement and sometime healthy criticism my blog could not able to travel so far. Thank you from bottom of my heart.

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