Lone Traveler

I am
A lone traveler
I won’t stick to even
The dust beneath my feet
I won’t carry with me
Even the most beautiful of
Scenes that I pass by
I won’t be attached to even
The most concerning of companions on the way
Sometimes, I may feel lonely
But I know, this is just a mirage
Can’t stop me from walking alone


May God
Grant me some courage
This ocean of life
Not difficult to cross
In the direction of waves
I only know my inner compass
That only knows to swim in the
Opposite direction
Knowing how difficult it is
To experience life in truth and reality


Give me some morning breeze
Give me some dew
Give me a bit of light
I want to wake up again
A butterfly of dreams
Let it fly
Give me some vision
I want to open my eyes again
Let the buds bloom
I don’t want to take the bait
Give me back the child in me
I don’t want to grow up again




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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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