Nomadic love

abrupt liasons
unspoken love
tacit reverence
unknown joys
feelings unexplored
memories incomplete
bitter sweet endings
eternal conflicts
alien realms
unreal sights
ecstatic emotions
intricate bonds
hasty encounters
sublime expressions
flowing time
reckless heart
aren't these but the essence of a vagabond??
can a nomad afford the luxury called love...??

too soon to love, too late to ignore
too sweet an emotion to shut the doors
of my eyes. Im totally in sync,
with the rhythm of life-I'll be gone in a blink.

it isn't cowardice, but plain revival
of the spirit of restlessness (and of denial)
of wanting something you know u can't attain
of experiencing the pleasures of being in pain.

Im too full of life to let my heart
wander across. each day i start
as if it were the last day of my life
Love cannot happen in a nomad's life

love is a luxury that requires time,
riches and sacrifice;i consider it crime
for me to surrender to cupid's plot.
Love is a luxury that i pursue not.

Love is that realm i shall enter not
Love is that luxury i desire not.