The Unchained Wanderlust

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.

Reviews

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

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