There's nothing i like better than arriving on a new country a new city
,for the very first time...one goes in with virgin eyes,
the wonder of the very first sight..
as you go about a new country the newness of everything,
the buildings the architecture the colours...
ahh the colours such a kaleidoscope of colours are so impressive...
the people, most of all the people, a diversity of the people are something else.
It was travelling through such a city i came across a very interesting young man on the bus,
as the bus is leaving the young man jumps out, narrowly missing me...
he looks as we collide, steadying me... I node and say Hi...
as she walks on he tags along, she asks why.
Why not says he, should there be a reason...
there's always a reason says she... is there not, he says no...but i hardly know you,
I've known you from the very first time i saw you, says he...
your rather strange, she says ...so are you says he...and I like-it why not ,
it wont be far to the city, so they go on walking a real trek through the valleys,
she enjoying it, there's nothing she likes better than a good trek,
over open country side up and down valleys, climbing so very exhilarating,
keeps ones heart beating as ones breathing harder the oxygen in ones lungs fighting for release.
as they stop he say your adventurous aren't you...she looks at him a grin on her face, and carry's on walking...
turning round saying, i didn't know you write...
you are good with words he says, not as good as you ...
We came by a small village of Bazaras, had a lovely cup of tea, after a trek such as this,
was absolutely parched haven sending that was...
as we go-on across a wooden bridge, she asks!!!
where are we going, no idea says he, but where are we going to...
must we be going somewhere, no...then lets go, no problem with that ,
suddenly she asks you feel strange, don't you ?
Why he queries, am strange I know...Me too. Why do i feel as I do...
the pain i feel inside of me, is immeasurable...
I hurt so badly, as if I've been broken in tinny little pieces.
At times its so bad,how can one hurt so much,
from morning till night, from the dawning of the sun...to the sun setting...
Its always there eating, eating at you, and no matter what it never leaves you,
why do i feel as I do... But i do love people, love walking about,
seeing nature at its best...i like the natural colour of nature.
People, i need people...to talk to to laugh joke, also love open spaces nature mesmerises me.
its all out there when you go walkabout, the trees the birds singing so beautifully ,
a water fall, a stream the sound of water running, like the sea come in shore such a beautiful sound,
that whirling sound, that whooshing sound as it hits the rocks, that's nature at its best. as we come by the river, immersing my legs in the cool fresh water,sighing with relief from the heat the dust
so nice just jumping in , such joy, such relief . so easy to just let tears flow, so cleansing to ones soul.
standing there by the river underneath the bridge, feeling calm she looks fine, rather beautiful...
just like poetry in motion, the sun touching her face, magical simply magical...
Lets go, i give her a hand we should be on our way...Just a little longer, she says making eye contact ,
looking back at her i see in my minds eye i see those days of orange sun,
walking in the park the coffee shops and the tears, the midnight tears,
all the pages of writing in the moon night silence of the night ...
its my story, I look at him to see what he sees, looking beyond the horizon...
we are again on the road to Nagaur, by the afternoon that mesmerising orange sun,
beating down on us the shadows in front of us were fro a man and a woman...
they were on the highway to the wonderful road to Jodhpur .
,for the very first time...one goes in with virgin eyes,
the wonder of the very first sight..
as you go about a new country the newness of everything,
the buildings the architecture the colours...
ahh the colours such a kaleidoscope of colours are so impressive...
the people, most of all the people, a diversity of the people are something else.
It was travelling through such a city i came across a very interesting young man on the bus,
as the bus is leaving the young man jumps out, narrowly missing me...
he looks as we collide, steadying me... I node and say Hi...
as she walks on he tags along, she asks why.
Why not says he, should there be a reason...
there's always a reason says she... is there not, he says no...but i hardly know you,
I've known you from the very first time i saw you, says he...
your rather strange, she says ...so are you says he...and I like-it why not ,
it wont be far to the city, so they go on walking a real trek through the valleys,
she enjoying it, there's nothing she likes better than a good trek,
over open country side up and down valleys, climbing so very exhilarating,
keeps ones heart beating as ones breathing harder the oxygen in ones lungs fighting for release.
as they stop he say your adventurous aren't you...she looks at him a grin on her face, and carry's on walking...
turning round saying, i didn't know you write...
you are good with words he says, not as good as you ...
We came by a small village of Bazaras, had a lovely cup of tea, after a trek such as this,
was absolutely parched haven sending that was...
as we go-on across a wooden bridge, she asks!!!
where are we going, no idea says he, but where are we going to...
must we be going somewhere, no...then lets go, no problem with that ,
suddenly she asks you feel strange, don't you ?
Why he queries, am strange I know...Me too. Why do i feel as I do...
the pain i feel inside of me, is immeasurable...
I hurt so badly, as if I've been broken in tinny little pieces.
At times its so bad,how can one hurt so much,
from morning till night, from the dawning of the sun...to the sun setting...
Its always there eating, eating at you, and no matter what it never leaves you,
why do i feel as I do... But i do love people, love walking about,
seeing nature at its best...i like the natural colour of nature.
People, i need people...to talk to to laugh joke, also love open spaces nature mesmerises me.
its all out there when you go walkabout, the trees the birds singing so beautifully ,
a water fall, a stream the sound of water running, like the sea come in shore such a beautiful sound,
that whirling sound, that whooshing sound as it hits the rocks, that's nature at its best. as we come by the river, immersing my legs in the cool fresh water,sighing with relief from the heat the dust
so nice just jumping in , such joy, such relief . so easy to just let tears flow, so cleansing to ones soul.
standing there by the river underneath the bridge, feeling calm she looks fine, rather beautiful...
just like poetry in motion, the sun touching her face, magical simply magical...
Lets go, i give her a hand we should be on our way...Just a little longer, she says making eye contact ,
looking back at her i see in my minds eye i see those days of orange sun,
walking in the park the coffee shops and the tears, the midnight tears,
all the pages of writing in the moon night silence of the night ...
its my story, I look at him to see what he sees, looking beyond the horizon...
we are again on the road to Nagaur, by the afternoon that mesmerising orange sun,
beating down on us the shadows in front of us were fro a man and a woman...
they were on the highway to the wonderful road to Jodhpur .
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