She sees a pebble,
Picks it up,
it's weight as light as her breath,
the wind stirs the trees,
words faints,
but words
spoke to her from the pebble,
said,
in every end
there's a beginning,
I was once a tombstone,
now I am a hitchhiker,
pop me in your pocket,
take me home.

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My life is turning
like that hitchhiker
who travels with
no destiny.

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Lately I only compose in major scale
I twist and lick the cream in biscuits.
Petrichor and rain makes me dreamy.
My soul hitchhikes nights that are windy.
Fabric touching me feels softer.
My bed always seems spacious.
An invisible welcome party
I throw every night maybe.
I'm waiting for your visit.
What gifts you'll bring?
Aroma of your skin?
Dew drops on your lips?
Lately you make me happy.
Lately you help me live.
Lately came too late.
Should have met me sooner.

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Dear ‘Hitch’-Hiker,
It is raining right now. The kind of rain that urges one to run out and smear themselves with it. That which is wistful and relays a broadcast of messages to either the heart or the brain, but nevertheless ends up tearing you down. The unpredictable kind, of your ilk. Aaron called me up for the nature club video conference. He wants to have a discussion in order to hold a réunion, and also, an induction for new members. I am glad new people are joining. You know Aaron loves chatting. He said he'd want me to be a part of this one for old times' sake. I am averse to the kind of conferences he enjoys. The club was only an opportunity for me to exchange views with fellow hikers and a chance to see the world with you. I politely declined. That way, I could avoid being dishonest, without warranting any pretentiousness.
I write this from next to the flowerpots. I have a leaf pressed between my fingers. It fell off the white rose shrub. Do you remember having pricked your index finger with its thorn? That is what I felt when I was invited to the conference in your absence—a prick in my heart, only that it hurt a tad more.

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I'm lost in her eyes,
Can anyone hitch me please?

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A night out to dance
but missed my bus
So I hitched a lift
though advised
not to trust
My gut said no
as I got in the truck
Never again
did I trust my luck

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From someone to being my only one,
From being the one to being my world,
We have travelled through a journey
that's only taken by few...

The time spent for the journey seems to have went so fast
Makes me wonder was it yesterday or was it a few weeks back.

Remembering the time we had to hitch hike those ride
Late night gossiping about our demons & fights
Dreaming of things thats out of our mind...
Throughout the journey I am glad I got to have you by my side...

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Hitchhiker!

She felt a tad tired as she Patiently awaited a
Breakthrough;
Then she picked up her Bag, filled it with almost
Nothing and set out for a Road-Trip,
Letting her Fate go on Overdrive
..... Now it was His Business to
Work Everything Out!

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