Wanderlust

I am struck by wanderlust bug,
to find joy in little things,
that fulfill my inner desires,
a wish to disappear,
into the magic cloak of mist.

To know my existence,
explore with a yearning,
the beauty of mist-kissed hills,
clouds playing hide and seek,
listening to the melody of the forest.

A call to wander  in the meadows
midst the wild flowers and butterflies,
soaking in the thunderous waterfalls,
drinking its breathtaking beauty,
With every breath of fresh air.

A thirst to wander unfolds,
as each day dawns,
mind aches to travel endless paths,
the unknown depths of seas and oceans,
That makes me dance with a fluttering heart. 

© Geetha Paniker