life or memory

This is the way you come in life and leave life.....
Empty inside....i am traveling alone places to places and meeting new people and living my time in the moment and then its in memory.
Unplanned trips just give me drift of life like life...without any prediction towards it.
I am with a purple bag pack and sleeping bag with few clothes and two books, traveling from north to south.
Some times in buses sometimes on bike sometimes walking...on the roads on in the traffic....in a local train...and on beaches.
On mountains and in the sea.
Sky my roof and water my clothes people my love and nature my soul.
Sitting at a friends place on the floor with my words which are coming from inside, the so called mind.
Moments which are gone and have become mental representation, people which passed through me and my connection have become now past moments....my words and my memories cant give a proof of there existence and there existence is imagination for me now.
Do they actually exist now in this world, where ? America, Germany or India...which is also non existential...
I just remember that I am an Indian through my memory....through my mind.
I have a cast, I have relations, I have people those who know me that I am tappu, a girl who lived in a city called Udaipur, a girl from some profession, a girl with face and skin.


My dreams are from past, my people are from past, my words are from past.....


my memory is from past....


you know me through past.......


is that reality...do I really exist for you, do you too...
do you feel me at this moment...just at this moment..............................
if you think you feel me..or someone right now......be in this moment or you will loose it too....that is imaginary.




1...2...3...memory...its gone..!