“O, Wanderess, Wanderess
When did you feel your
most euphoric kiss?
Was I the source
of your greatest bliss?”
― Roman Payne

I am nothing but a wandering soul who loves to travel and explore. When I feel tired, I find a momentary shelter. A place to be healed, to be loved, to be smiled. Sometimes I find a shelter in a mother, sometimes, in a daughter. Sometimes, I find myself in a lover. Even in a hater, too. I am a friend, a wife, a sister. But, finally, I leave. Far away from this chaos of confusion, noise of nuisance. I leave, in silence.

What I seek even I don’t know, only one thing my soul is aware of, she is alive, awaken. Yes, surviving the battle, adorned with the glory of my scars, crowned with the divine grace, I am alive, in my every breath. I am awaken, within.

In my every heart beat, I hear a call. In my every blink of eyes, I see a dream. The only thing keeps me wandering is, the seeking. For I know, what I seek, is seeking me, too.

Enough for this time, now it has come to bid adieu to this shelter. I feel that call, once again. I start my journey, again. To say myself, yes, I am here, I am alive, I am awaken. I am nothing but a wandering soul.