The Unchained Wanderlust

The Unchained Wanderlust

A Poem by Ramya

With knitted eyebrows I sit on my work-desk,
My thoughts churn and I go berserk.
I hit the keys on my mundane keyboard,
And clench my teeth to get off the workload.

Tied to my chair by an invisible thread,
I force myself to work, to earn my daily bread.
I question my conscience, my heart and my soul,
Dry are the passions for the job that I hold.

"Enough of this!", I say to myself,
I march to my boss, toss my papers ahead!
It is time that I live,
It is time that I love,
It is time that I did what I hold most dear.

I pick my red rucksack,
Stash them with clothes,
Dress myself in a green top,
Blue capri, black gloves.

I wear my shades brown,
Tie my hair in a pony.
I sit on my BMX,
An expedition to the unknown.

I step on the pedal,
And let it loose,
I spread my hands wide,
Fresh breeze teases me through.

I am what I am now,
I know what I want,
I listened to my heart,
My soul, my mind.

A wanderlust am I,
With a thirst for adventure,
No one can tie me down,
But nature, enraptured.

© 2012 Ramya


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I step on the pedal,
And let it loose,
I spread my hands wide,
Fresh breeze teases me through.........fine lines. I liked much.

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