Not all those who wander are lost

A few friends of mine have been disturbed with my mental health , lately.
They say that a girl my age and disposition should be talking more about "Love" than "Life".
Though , I still wonder how they make the distinction between the two- I do agree with them slightly.

So heres' a tribute to Love.
I tried to put in a bit of my romanticism here.
Its a bit negative in places and not all that rosy , I am afraid (am sure some of my friends will agree)..However , there is a strong undercurrent of love& passion.

Hope you all get that feeling ! :-)

Some parts of it come from my own experiments and experiences and other bits are borrowed from friends and people around me and the stories that they have to tell.
Hope they dont mind me borrowing a piece of their Lives!
So all of it is not mine..but mostly!


If you dont orient yourself too much with the negative part , then this poetry has a lot to do with Love , Passion and Forgiveness and the Beauty of the world around you....

Enjoy .





Not all those who wander are LOST.....
Not all those who don't ..are found.

"You say I am yours' but you will never be mine,
Then you want me to be happy and say its fine. "

My blood and tears have formed a pool-
Did you ever find the heart to love a fool?

There are many ways to fight a war thats raging...
But what about your soul--is it not aging?

I have Lived , Loved , Learnt and Unlearnt-
Yet , couldnt find a way to be Unburnt.

My hands are filthy with broken words,
I pick up flowers and they gather dust.

The body wilts, the soul lives--they say!
So,Am so scared , will this scar inside never ever go away?



If you are tired , you take a break.
If you are not , do you let the soul awake?
If you are in Love, you should not run away.
If you are not , then God help (He still may!).


Lets run to the forests and be wild again,
Lets strip off pretensions and be child again.


As the sunset nears and the moon prepares...
Let the soul do its magic--let it begin the repairs.

Not all live to tell the stories that I have come to tell,
Not all die to live the glories that I have come to sell.


Not all those who wander are lost.
Not all those who dont , are found.