haiku- world trekker's dream

travel with your feet,
with the backpack as a house,
hike, bike, climb and ski

you, can see the world,
a Galapagos turtle
with all needs behind

paint in your mind
the terracotta dune sea,
touching the blue sky

the desert music,
behind, like a lullaby,
making you sleepy

an aeroplane,
like a sweet bird flies away,
with you as pilot

the silver sailboat,
on the sea between two lands,
moves only by you

the wind of your lungs
comes out with force for the vessel,
which does not sink

steady it goes,
catamaran of your soul,
just navigating

take the Darjeeling,
and some chai on the toy train,
in the West Bengal

watch the stars at night,
and Vincent's starry night
in a single day

a red Montgolfier
can take you up, yet again,
to touch the full moon

dive then, from that place,
awaken among the clouds,
from this journey's dream.