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50+ Best Travel Quotes In Hindi – मुसाफिर शायरी | Musafir Shayari

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जीवन एक सफर है और हम सब इसके मुसाफिर। जीवन के सफर में भी इंसान बहुत से सफर करता है। यात्राएं कुछ नया तलाशने में मदद करती हैं। कई बार सफर में जाकर ही मुसाफिर को खुद को जानने और समझने का मौका मिलता है। साथ ही यात्राओं और सफर से बहुत कुछ नया सीखने और दुनिया को जानने का भी अवसर मिलता है। कुल मिलाकर जब तक जीवन है, हर इंसान का सफर जारी रहता है। सबका सफर भले ही अलग हो, पर सफर सबको करना पड़ता है। इस जीवन यात्रा और उसमें जारी यात्रा को करने वाले मुसाफिरों के लिए हम लाएं हैं मुसाफिर शायरी। यहां पढ़ें 50 से भी ज्यादा मुसाफिर शायरियां।

चलिए अब नजर डालते हैं यात्रा से जुड़े कोट्स और मुसाफिर शायरी पर।

50 + यात्रा शायरी : Awesome Journey Quotes in hindi | ट्रैवल कोट्स

अब क्रमवार पढ़ें यात्रा और सफर से जुड़ी 50+ यात्रा शायरी और मुसाफिर शायरी। ये शायरियां और कोट्स यात्रा के महत्व को समझाने में मदद करेंगे।

• खुद को पाना है, तो सफर जरूर कर मुसाफिर।
• जीवन है एक सफर, इसलिए सफर जरूर कर।
• जिंदगी को यादगार बनाते चलिए, इसलिए सफर पर जरूर चलिए।
• करोगे सफर तो मिलेंगे नए दोस्त, राही बनोगो तो मिलेगा हमसफर, जिंदगी के सफर में तू है मुसाफिर, हमेशा चलते रहना जिंदगी की खातिर।
• जो दुनिया नहीं घूमें, तो क्या घूमा, जो दुनिया नहीं देखी, तो क्या देखा।
• जब भी सफर करो, दिल से करो, सफर से खूबसूरत यादें नहीं होतीं।
• जिंदगी है एक खूबसूरत सफर, इसका हर एक पल जी भर जियो, जिंदगी में करते रहो हमेशा सफर, क्या पता ये समां फिर हो न हो।
• सफर पर चलोगे, तो नई राहें मिलेंगी, बैठे रहने से नहीं होगा कुछ भी हासिल, सपनों को करना है पूरा तो चलते रहो, जीवन की गाड़ी के साथ यू हीं बढ़ते रहो।
• यात्रा एक गुरु की तरह है, जो जीवन के सबसे नए अध्याय सिखाती है।
• अगर समझना है जीवन को, तो यात्रा जरूर करिए।

पढ़ते रहें ट्रैवल कोट्स

11.जीवन और सफर दोनों ही नए-नए अनुभव कराते हैं।

• घूमते रहने से बढ़ता है अनुभव, यात्रा करने से संवरता है जीवन।
• जीवन और सफर दोनों ही बहुत कुछ सिखाते हैं, ढेरों यादें बनाते हैं, कई नई कहानियां लिख जाते हैं।
• बिना सफर के जीवन, बिना स्वाद के खाने जैसा होता है।
• रोमांचकारी होता है सफर कई बार, यादगार होता है सफर पर किसी का साथ, हाथ थामे उसका बस चलते जाइए, मंजिल खुद ही चल के आ जाएगी पास।
• जिंदा हो, तो यात्राएं किया करो, एक ही जगह तो बेजान पड़े रहते हैं।
• सफर पर निकलने से बनती हैं यादें, ये यादें ही उम्र भर चलती हैं आपके साथ।
• यात्रा करने से बढ़ता है अनुभव, यात्रा आपको बनाती है सबसे विनम्र, यात्रा करना सिखाता है जीवन जीना, यात्रा करने से मिलता है सच्चा आनंद।
• यात्रा हो लंबी, तो मजा आता है, तब हर चीज में आनंद आता है।
• मुसाफिर बन गया हूं, जिंदगी के सफर में, मुझे तो आसमान छत और जमीन बिस्तर नजर आती है।
• बढ़ चले हैं कदम अनजान रजगुजर पर, देखते हैं ढलती है शाम किस डगर पर।
• जिंदगी के सफर को कुछ यूं खास बना लिया, जो भी आया पास उसे बस अपना बना लिया।
• जिंदगी है छोटी और दुनिया है बड़ी, इसलिए रुकें नहींं, बस सफर करते रहें।
• आसमान देखना है, तो घर से बाहर निकल, पाना चाहता है कुछ नया, तो सफर तय कर।
• सफर जीवन को लेकर नई नजर और नजरिया दोनों पैदा करता है।

पढ़ते रहें मुसाफिर शायरी

• यात्रा में छोड़े गए छोटे-छोटे निशान, एक बड़े सफर की निशानी बन जाते हैं।
• हर यात्रा आसान है, अगर तुमने ठान लिया है उसे पूरा करना।
• प्यारा हो हमसफर, तो हर सफर सुहाना बन जाता है।
• यात्रा चाहे छोटी हो या बड़ी जीवन में कुछ बदलाव जरूर लाती है।
• सफर हो खास, तो जीवन बदल जाता है। करते रहो सफर, तो मंजिल मिल जाती है।
• सफर मुश्किल हो या आसान, यात्रा करने से जीवन बनता है आसान।
• सफर करना है जरूरी, इसके बिना जीवन की यात्रा है अधूरी।
• दुनिया एक किताब की तरह है और यात्रा उसका एक खास पन्ना।
• सफर को बनाना है अगर आसान, तो सफर में रखो हमेशा कम सामान।
• अगर आप यात्रा करते हैं, तो आप दुनिया को करीब से जान सकते हैं।
• इरादे अगर बुलंद हों, तो हर मुश्किल सफर आसान हो जाता है।
• सच्ची कहानियों से वास्ता रखना चाहते हो, तो दुनिया की सैर करो।
• सफर ने मुझे घुमक्कड़ बना दिया, अनजान डगर पर संभलना सीखा दिया।
• अगर खुद को अकेला समझते हो, तो यात्रा करना शुरू करो। सच मानिए कई नए रिश्ते आपका स्वागत करेंगे।
• यात्रा सिर्फ मनोरंजन नहीं कराती है, बल्कि आपकी समझ को भी विकसित करती है।

यात्रा कोट्स पढ़ते रहें

• लंबी यात्रा पर निकला मुसाफिर कई खास अनुभवों के साथ लौटता है।
• प्रकृति के असल प्रेम और उसकी खूबसरती को समझना है, तो यात्रा जरूर करें।
• हर जगह की अपनी खासियत होती है, जिनका अनुभव करने के लिए यात्रा जरूरी है।
• यात्रा आत्मशक्ति को बढ़ाने का काम भी करती है।
• दुनिया किस तरह बदल रही है, अगर जानना चाहते हैं, तो यात्रा जरूर करें।
• मानों तो हर दिन एक यात्रा है, क्योंकि जिंदगी का सफर कभी खत्म नहीं होता।
• जिंदगी के सफर को खास बनाना है, तो खुद को पहले खास समझें।
• नीला आसमान भी देखा और कई खूबसूरत नजारे देखे, निकला जब यात्रा पर, तो जिंदगी के असल मायने देखे।
• जिंदगी के सफर में कई घुमावदार सड़क आएंगी, जो पीछे मुड़ने पर मजबूर कर सकती है, लेकिन तुम सिर्फ आगे बढ़ते रहना।
• सफर के दौरान ही पता चला है कि पेड़-पौधे भगवान का दिया सबसे बड़ा आर्शीवाद हैं।
• अगर सफर शुरू कर दिया है, तो उसे पूरा भी करो, क्या पता कोई नया अनुभव आपकी जिंदगी बदल दे।
•   यात्रा हमेशा करते रहना, अच्छे अनुभव बटोरते रहना, जिंदगी का मतलब प्यार है, यही सबको समझाते रहना।

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यात्रा पर सुविचार व कविता travel quotes, poem in hindi

Travel quotes in hindi.

दोस्तों यात्रा करना वास्तव में एक बहुत ही सुखद अनुभव है यात्रा करने से हमें कई तरह के लाभ प्राप्त होते हैं।

हमे शारीरिक एवं मानसिक शांति भी हमें मिलती है हम जो भी अपना दैनिक कार्य करते हैं रोज रोज करने से कभी कभी हमें बोरियत भी होने लगती है लेकिन यात्रा करने से बोरियत कम हो जाती है वास्तव मे यात्रा करना किसी किसी के लिए बहुत ही सुखद अनुभव हो सकता है। घूमने फिरने से हमें प्राकृतिक दर्शन होते हैं साथ में कई संस्कृति, सभ्यता के बारे में भी हमें जानकारी मिलती हैं। कई जगह की यात्रा करने से हमें कई तरह का ज्ञान भी प्राप्त होता है आज हम यात्रा पर कुछ अनमोल विचार आपके लिए लाए हैं आप इन्हें जरूर पड़े तो चलिए पढ़ते हैं आज के इस आर्टिकल को

• यात्रा करना एक ऐसा अनुभव है जो वास्तव में बहुत ही सुखद होता है
• जीवन में यात्रा करने से मन को सुख शांति मिलती है शरीर स्वस्थ भी होता है एक जगह स्थिर रहने से तो पानी भी खराब हो जाता है
• छुट्टियों के दिनों में अगर कुछ सबसे अच्छा है तो वह यात्रा करना ही है
• किसी धार्मिक स्थान पर यात्रा करने के लिए जाने से हमें ज्ञान भी प्राप्त होता है और हम जीवन में काफी बदलाव महसूस भी करते हैं
• मेरी यात्रा का हर बार का सफर मेरे लिए काफी खुशहाल रहा
• यदि हम अपने पूरे परिवार के साथ कोई यात्रा करते हैं तो यात्रा का आनंद कई गुना हमें मिलता है
• आजकल की मोबाइल, इंटरनेट और कंप्यूटर के जमाने में लोग घर पर बैठे-बैठे ही देश दुनिया के लोगों से बातचीत करते हैं जिस वजह से कुछ लोगों को यात्रा करना पहले के मुकाबले कम ही पसंद है
• यात्रा करना कामकाजी लोगों के लिए काफी सुखद होता है क्योंकि वह अपने दैनिक कार्यों से छुट्टी लेकर जब परिवार के साथ यात्रा करते हैं तो उन्हें अच्छा एहसास होता है
• मिलजुलकर यात्रा पर जाने से रिश्ते काफी गहरे हो जाते हैं

poem on tourism in hindi

जीवन में हरएक खुशी का आनंद लीजिए

मिलजुल कर परिवार के साथ टूरिज्म का आनंद लीजिए

जीवन के हर एक गम को भूल जाइए

मोबाइल इंटरनेट की दुनिया से दूर आइए

मिलजुलकर यात्रा से खुशी बहुत मिलेगी

दुख दूर हो कर शांति बहुत मिलेगी

सांस्कृतिक इमारतों से संस्कृति और सभ्यता की सीख मिलेगी

जीवन में खुश रहने की एक वजह मिलेगी

बीमारियों से राहत तुम्हे मिलेगी

प्राकृतिक दृश्यों से कुछ सीख तुम्हें मिलेगी

जीवन में हर एक खुशी का आनंद लीजिए

मिल जुलकर परिवार के साथ टूरिज़्म का आनंद लीजिए

• रेल यात्रा पर निबंध short essay on rail yatra in hindi
• रथ यात्रा पर निबंध rath yatra essay in hindi

दोस्तों अगर आपको हमारे द्वारा लिखा गया ये आर्टिकल travel quotes in hindi पसंद आए तो इसे अपने दोस्तों में शेयर करना ना भूले इसे शेयर जरूर करें और हमारा Facebook पेज लाइक करना ना भूलें और हमें कमेंटस के जरिए बताएं कि आपको हमारा यह आर्टिकल travel poem in hindi कैसा लगा जिससे नए नए आर्टिकल लिखने प्रति हमें प्रोत्साहन मिल सके और इसी तरह के नए-नए आर्टिकल को सीधे अपने ईमेल पर पाने के लिए हमें सब्सक्राइब जरूर करें जिससे हमारे द्वारा लिखी कोई भी पोस्ट आप पढना भूल ना पाए.

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This section includes the poems that I have written in the Hindi Language (my mother tongue). Though English is the main language that we speak and write in. We should not forget our mother tongue as well. It makes us closer to our roots and who we are. Right? Let’s read some beautiful Hindi poems I am sure you agree with me. Brushing up one’s mother tongue hindi is always good via poems. So why not, Hindi ke kavita? Coronavirus ke quarantine lockdown mein toh aap bi kahoge, wah wah wah! How about having small children learn about beautiful hindi poems?

Band Ghar aur Rang

Ek soch hai jo mujhe satarahi,

Magar main apne dimag se nikal nahi paa rahi,

Duniya hai quarantine ke khoj mein Magna,

Main hoon apne kamre mein dhoondh rahi her rang.

Prakrati, jee le apni zindagi

Log kehte hai ki dharti maa ubhar rahi,

Pedh, paudhe, jharne, pashu, pakshiyan,

Sab mana rahe jee bhar ke khusiyan,

Par kisine yeh socha tha ki isse pehle,

Unke jeevan mein kaunsi samasya aan padi?

Ek bhatakta saaya

Ek tha raat ko khushnuma saaya,

Bhaagte bhaagte koi usse pakad na paaya,

Kabhi uparse kabhi neeche se dekhta mujhe,

Achai tumhari dekhke woh nai khayega tujhe.

Tum na bhatko der raat,

Woh apne aap ko hi de sakta maat,

Woh saaya jo dost bana hai tumhara,

Madad karo uski jo kare na tumpe war.

Saath Raho, Ek Raho

Kuch bol tum bi buno,

Ho sake toh tum meri bi suno,

Saath hai hum sab ghumne ke liye tyaar,

Khade honge ek saath jaise lakdi ka ek dhaar.

Also read: The Moon and the Sun – Fashionable Travel Journal by Naina (travfashjourno.com)

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98+ Travel Shayari in Hindi | सफर पर शायरी 2024 Edition

Travel Shayari in Hindi : दोस्तों, क्या आप भी घूमने का शौक रखते हैं? आपका भी मन करता होगा, अपनी परेशान ज़िंदगी से काम धाम छोड़कर , किसी सुकून भरी जगह पर जाने का घूमन फिरना किसको नहीं है पसंद? हम जब भी अपने काम धाम छोड़कर सफर पर निकलते हैं, तो एक सुकून सा लगता है। 

ऐसा लगता है, जिंदगी तो यहीं है। इसीलिए, हम आपके लिए आज सफर पर कुछ चुनिंदा शायरी लेकर आए हैं, उम्मीद करते हैं कि यह Travel Shayari in Hindi पोस्ट आपको पसंद आएगी ।

सफर पर शायरी – सफर, एक अद्भुत यात्रा है जो हमें नई दुनियाओं की ओर बढ़ने का अवसर देता है। इसमें हम अपने आत्मा को खोजते हैं और नए अनुभवों का सामना करते हैं। सफर के इस मार्ग पर चलते हुए, हम जीवन की सच्चाई को समझते हैं और अपने अंतरात्मा के साथ एक नए संबंध की ऊंचाईयों को छूते हैं।

Travel Shayari in Hindi – इस यात्रा की रोमांटिकता को और बढ़ाने के लिए, यहाँ हैं कुछ अद्भुत ‘ट्रैवल शायरी इन हिंदी’ के पंक्तियाँ, जो आपको सफर की महक और मिठास से भरपूर महसूस कराएंगी.

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Travel Shayari in Hindi 

सफर भले ही अकेले कट रहा है, पर जैसा भी कट रहा है क्या खूब कट रहा है !

Safar bhale hi akela kat raha hai, Par jaisa bhi kat raha hai kya khoob kat raha hai!

सफ़र जो धूप का किया तो तजुर्बा हुआ, वो जिंदगी ही क्या जो छाँव छाँव चली !

Safar jo dhoop ka kiya to tajurba hua, Vo zindagi hi kya jo chhaon chhaon chali!

बहुत कुछ सिखाया जिंदगी के सफर, अनजाने ने वो किताबों में दर्ज़ था, ही नहीं जो पढ़ाया सबक जमाने ने !

Bahut kuch sikhaya zindagi ke safar, Anjaane ne vo kitaabon mein darj tha, Hi nahi jo padhaya sabak zamane ne!

ज़िंदगी एक सुहाना सफर है, अगर साथ एक मनचाहा हमसफर है !

Zindagi ek suhaana safar hai, Agar saath ek manchaha hamsafar hai!

Travel Shayari in Hindi English

माना की मुश्किल है सफर, पर तू भी तो मुसाफिर जुनून का है !

Mana ki mushkil hai safar, Par tu bhi to musafir junoon ka hai!

मुझे खबर थी मिरा इंतिजार घर में रहा, ये हादसा था कि मैं उम्र भर सफर में रहा !

Mujhe khabar thi mera intezaar ghar mein raha, Ye haadsa tha ki main umra bhar safar mein raha!

मेरी हर मंजिल एक नए सफर का आगाज होती है !

Meri har manzil ek naye Safar ka aagaz hoti hai!

Travelling Shayari in Hindi 

उम्र भर चल के भी पाई नहीं मंज़िल हम ने, कुछ समझ में नहीं आता ये सफ़र कैसा है !

Umra bhar chal ke bhi paai nahi manzil humne, Kuch samajh mein nahi aata ye safar kaisa hai!

थोड़ी सी मुस्कुराहट बरकरार रखना सफर में अभी और भी किरदार निभाने हैं !

Thodi si muskurahat barkarar rakhna, Safar mein abhi aur bhi kiradaar nibhane hain!

न थके है पाँव कभी ना ही हिम्मत हारी है, मैंने देखे है कई दौर और आज, भी सफर जारी है !

Na thake hain paav kabhi na hi Himmat haari hai, Maine dekhe hain kayi daur aur aaj, Bhi safar jaari hai!

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Shayari on Travelling in Hindi 

कुछ सपने पूरे करने हैं, कुछ मंजिलों से मिलना है, अभी सफर शुरू हुआ है, मुझे बहुत दूर तक चलना है !

Kuch sapne poore karne hain, Kuch manzilon se milna hai, Abhi safar shuru hua hai, Mujhe bahut door tak chalna hai!

दुनिया एक किताब है और, जो यात्रा नही करते हैं, वे केवल एक पन्ना पढ़ते हैं !

Duniya ek kitaab hai aur, Jo yatra nahi karte hain, Ve keval ek panna padhte hain!

जिन्दगी से मौत तक के सफर को ही, जिन्दगी कहते हैं !

Zindagi se maut tak ke safar ko hi, Zindagi kehte hain!

Alone Train Travel Shayari in Hindi 

ख्वाहिश इतनी है कि मंजिल मिल जाए मौत से पहले !

Khwahish itni hai ki manzil mil jaaye, Maut se pehle!

वो मंजिल ही क्या, जिसके रास्ते में मजा न हो !

Vo manzil hi kya, Jiske raaste mein maza na ho!

हर मंजिल की एक पहचान होती है, और हर सफर की एक कहानी !

Har manzil ki ek pehchaan hoti hai, Aur har safar ki ek kahani!

Best Travelling Shayari in Hindi 

उम्र बिना रुके सफर कर रहीं है, और हम ख्वाहिशें लेकर वहीं खड़े हैं !

Umra bina ruke safar kar rahi hai, Aur hum khwahishein lekar wahi khade hain!

उम्र बिना रूके सफर कर रही है, और हम ख्वाहिशें लेकर वहीं खड़े हैं !

नई चीजों से रूबरू होना चाहते हैं, तो एक बार अकेले सफर पर निकले !

Nayi cheezon se rubaru hona chahte hain, To ek baar akela safar par nikle!

Famous Shayari About Life and Travel in Hindi 

एक सफर वो भी है जिसमें, पैर नहीं दिल दुखता है !

Ek safar vo bhi hai jismein, Pair nahi dil dukhata hai!

सफर में संभल कर चलने वाले काफी मिल, जाएंगे मैं तो इन सड़कों पर दौड़ना चाहता हूँ !

Safar mein sambhal kar chalne wale kafi mil, Jayenge main to in sadkon par daudna chahta hoon!

तुझे तेरा हमसफर मुबारक मुझे मेरा सफर मुबारक मिलेंगे कभी राह में हम, तो होगा ये समा मुबारक !

Tujhe tera hamsafar mubarak, Mujhe mera safar mubarak, Milenge kabhi raah mein hum, To hoga ye sama mubarak!

Rail Travelling Shayari in Hindi 

जब भी सफर करो दिल से करो, सफर से खूबसूरत यादें नहीं होती !

Jab bhi safar karo dil se karo, Safar se khoobsurat yaadein nahi hoti!

अजीब सा सफर है ये जिंदगी, मंजिल मिलती है मौत के बाद !

Ajaib sa safar hai ye zindagi, Manzil milti hai maut ke baad!

ये जिन्दगी क्या होती है, ये सफर करते करते ही पता चला मुझे !

Ye zindagi kya hoti hai, Ye safar karte karte hi pata chala mujhe!

Train Travel Shayari in Hindi 

अकेले ही तय करने होते है, कुछ सफर हर सफर में हमसफर, नहीं होते !

Akela hi tay karne hote hain, Kuch safar har safar mein hamsafar, Nahi hote!

ये रास्ता मुझे समझ नहीं आता, मुसाफिर हूँ मैं और मंजिल का कुछ पता नहीं !

Ye rasta mujhe samajh nahi aata, Musafir hoon main aur manzil ka kuch pata nahi!

सफर भले ही अकेले कट रहा है पर, जैसा भी कट रहा है क्या खूब कट रहा है !

Safar bale hi akela kat raha hai par, Jaisa bhi kat raha hai kya khoob kat raha hai!

Travel Life Shayari in Hindi 

इस सफर में नींद ऐसी खो गई हम न सोए रात थक कर सो गई !

Is safar mein neend aisi kho gayi, Hum na soye raat thak kar so gayi!

माना की जिंदगी में गम बहुत है, कभी सफर पर निकलो और देखो खुशियाँ !

Mana ki zindagi mein gum bahut hai, Kabhi safar par nikalo aur dekho khushiyan!

कोई रस्ता है न मंजिल न तो घर है कोई आप कहियेगा सफर ये भी सफर है कोई !

Koi rasta hai na manzil na to ghar hai koi, Aap kahiye safar ye bhi safar hai koi!

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एक लम्हे का सफर है दुनिया, और फिर वक्त ठहर जाता है, चंद खुशियों को बहम करने में, आदमी कितना बिखर जाता है !

Ek lamhe ka safar hai duniya, Aur phir waqt thahar jaata hai, Chand khushiyon ko bayaan karne mein, Aadmi kitna bikhar jaata hai!

चले थे जिस की तरफ वो निशान खत्म हुआ, सफर अधूरा रहा आसमान खत्म हुआ !

Chale the jis ki taraf vo nishaan khatm hua, Safar adhoora raha aasmaan khatm hua!

कोई रास्ता है न मंजिल न तो घर है कोई आप कहियेगा सफर ये भी सफर है कोई !

“कैसा लगा दोस्तों आपको हमारा यह Travel Shayari in Hindi पोस्ट? हम उम्मीद करते हैं कि यह आपको पसंद आया होगा और आपने इसका आनंद लिया होगा। यदि आपको यह पोस्ट पसंद आया हो तो कृपया हमें इसके बारे में अपनी राय दें और अपने विचार साझा करें।

यात्रा का अनुभव हमें नई दिशाएँ दिखाता है और नए संभावनाओं का परिचय कराता है। इस पोस्ट के माध्यम से हमने आपको कुछ सुंदर शायरी के माध्यम से सफर की महक दिखाई है, जिससे आपका मन यात्रा के सफर पर ले जाए।

Travel Shayari in Hindi – यदि आपके पास कोई सुझाव हैं या आपको कुछ और देखना चाहिए, तो कृपया हमसे साझा करें। हम आपकी प्रतिक्रिया का स्वागत करते हैं और आपके सुझावों को मजबूती से सुनते हैं।

धन्यवाद दोस्तों, आपका समर्थन हमारे लिए महत्वपूर्ण है और हम आपसे मिलकर इस परियाप्तता को बढ़ाने के लिए उत्सुक हैं। आगामी पोस्ट्स में मिलते हैं, तब तक के लिए अलविदा.

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यात्रा पर अनमोल कथन (Yatra) Travel Quotes in hindi

आज के इस लेख मे हमने यात्रा पर अनमोल कथन (Yatra) Travel quotes in hindi हिन्दी मे लिखा है। यह सफ़र पर शायरी हमें इसके महत्व को बताते हैं।

जीवन में यात्रा करना एक अलग ही सुंदर अनुभव होता है। यात्रा करने से हर किसी व्यक्ति को देश-दुनिया के विषय में बहुत कुछ सीखने को मिलता है। इससे व्यक्ति एक सीमा के अंदर बंधे रहने से मुक्त होता और जीवन में नई चीजों के बारे में जानता है।

आज हमने इस पोस्ट में महान व्यक्तियों द्वारा यात्रा पर कहे अनमोल कथनों का हिन्दी अनुवाद किया है जिससे हमको बहुत कुछ सिखने को मिलता है और यात्रा करने के महत्व को समझ आता है।

यात्रा पर बेहतरीन अनमोल कथन (Yatra) Best Travel Quotes in hindi

1. The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. Saint Augustine दुनिया एक की किताब तरह है , और जो यात्रा नहीं करते हैं वे केवल एक पेज पढ़ते हैं । – सेंट अगस्टाइन

2. Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind. Henri Frederic Amiel जीवन बहुत छोटा है, और हमारे पास इस अंधेरे सफर में हमारे साथ यात्रा कर रहे लोगों के दिलों को खुश  करने के लिए बहुत अधिक समय नहीं है। तो प्यार करने के लिए जल्दी करे, और दयालू बनने के लिए भी जल्दि करें  । – हेनरी फ्रेडरिक अमिएल

3. Success comes to those who dedicate everything to their passion in life. To be successful, it is also very important to be humble and never let fame or money travel to your head. A. R. Rahman सफलता उन सभी लोगों के लिए होती है, जो जीवन में अपने जुनून के लिए सब कुछ समर्पित करते हैं। सफल होने के लिए , नम्र होना बहुत महत्वपूर्ण है और कभी भी प्रसिद्धि एवं पैसे को आप अपने सिर पर ना चढने दें । – ए.आर. रहमान

4. I see travelling as a great learning process, and my biggest dream is to travel the world. Pooja Hegde मैं यात्रा को एक महान सीखने की प्रक्रिया के रूप में देख रहा हूं, और मेरा सबसे बड़ा सपना दुनिया की यात्रा करना है । – पूजा हेगड़े

5. A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes. Charles Spurgeon एक झूठ से दुनिया भर के आधे रास्ते पर जा सकते हैं, जबकि सच्चाई उसे अपने जूते पर डाल रही है । -चार्ल्स स्पार्जन

6. Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge , then a leap taken. D. H. Lawrence जीवन ज्ञान पाने के लिए एक यात्रा है, फिर एक उछाल लिया जाना चाहिए । – डी. एच. लॉरेंस

7. The best education I have ever received was through travel. Lisa Ling मैंने हमेशा यात्रा के माध्यम से सर्वश्रेष्ठ शिक्षा प्राप्त की है । – लीसा लिंग

8. A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving. Lao Tzu एक अच्छे यात्री की कोई निश्चित योजना नहीं होती है, और यह पहुँचने का इरादा नहीं है । – लओ टजू

9. Writing is like travelling. It’s wonderful to go somewhere, but you get tired of staying. Langston Hughes लेखन एक यात्रा की तरह है किसी जगह पर जाना अच्छा है, अगर आप रुक कर थक गए हैं ।- लैंग्स्टन ह्यूजेस

10. The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust खोज की वास्तविक यात्रा नए परिदृश्य की तलाश में नहीं है, बल्कि इसके लिए नई आँखें होनी चाहिए। – मार्सेल प्रूस्ट

11. I’m always taking pictures and traveling with a camera and have so many photos that I’ve done a book. Norman Reedus मैं हमेशा तस्वीरें लेता हूं और कैमरे के साथ यात्रा करता हूं मेरे पास इतनी सारी तस्वीरें है जिनकी मैंने एक किताब बनायीं है । – नॉर्मन रीडस

12. I travel light. I think the most important thing is to be in a good mood and enjoy life, wherever you are. मैं आराम से यात्रा करता हूँ मुझे लगता है कि सबसे महत्वपूर्ण बात यह है कि आप एक अच्छी मन्हास्तुति  में रहें और जीवन का आनंद लें,  चाहे आप कहीं भी हो ।

13. The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. Gilbert K. Chesterton यात्री वह देखता है जो कि वह क्या देखना चाहता है, पर्यटक वह देखता है जो कि वह क्या देखने आया है। -गिल्बर्ट के. चेस्टरटन

14. Modern travelling is not travelling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel. John Ruskin आधुनिक यात्रा, यात्रा बिल्कुल नहीं है ; यह केवल एक जगह पर भेजा जाना है, और एक पार्सल बनने से बहुत ज्यादा अलग नहीं है। – जॉन रस्किन

15. Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. Ralph Waldo Emerson यद्यपि हम दुनिया भर में खूबसूरती खोजने के लिए यात्रा करते हैं या तो इसे  हमें हमारे साथ ले जाना चाहिए था. इसे खोजना नहीं चाहिए । – राल्फ वाल्डो इमर्सन

16. Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection. Lawrence Durrell यात्रा आत्मनिरीक्षण के लिये सबसे पुरस्कृत रूपों में से एक हो सकता है । – लॉरेंस दुरेल

17. We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far. Swami Vivekananda हम वह है, जो हमारे विचारों ने हमें बनाया है;  इसके बारे में ध्यान रखें आप क्या सोचते हैं । शब्द बाद में आते हैं विचार रहते हैं; वे दूर की यात्रा करते हैं । – स्वामी विवेकानंद

18. We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. Robert Louis Stevenson हम इस दुनिया के जंगल में सभी यात्री हैं, और हमारी यात्रा में सबसे अच्छा जो हम पाते हैं वह एक ईमानदार दोस्त है । – रॉबर्ट लुइस स्टीवेन्सन

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16 Best Poems About Travel and Life

December 17, 2021 by Tracey Nesbitt

We have compiled some of the best poems about travel into one post. They represent a wide variety of views and are taken from different time periods. They raise questions, share the joys of travel, and remind us to not take it for granted. Enjoy!

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If You Were in Cairo by Simon Constam

Members of the Solo Traveler Insiders , our premium membership program, were treated to a reading of this poem by the author at a recent virtual event.

If You Were in Cairo

If you were in Cairo, and I in Kampala; if you took to Phoenix, and I to Havana; if you sojourned in Saigon, and I in Phnom Penh even that short distance would deeply offend. And seeing as how I’d want to stay close to you, I’d find every which way to stay in touch with you.

If you moved to Tuvalu, to live or to work, And email was stalled and the phones didn’t work. I’d train clever pigeons to soar up above, to faithfully reach you with my missives of love.

I’d vouchsafe a letter with a monk in a monastery. I’d entrust my love note to an Amazon missionary. I’d hire a Sherpa to mountain climb after you on Everest, on Lhotse, Nanga Parbat or K2…

I would do anything to keep myself close to you. I’d learn Swahili, Hindi, and even Urdu. No hurdle of language I’d have to confront, could ever deter my untiring want.

You can travel as far and as long as you like by plane, train, or boat, by car or by bike. I’d find a way, some way, to reach out to you, I’d even use snail mail if I absolutely had to.

If you flew supersonically out into the blue, I’d radio the pilot to tell you I love you. If you pined for space travel and lived in the shuttle, and our back and forth was a quite public muddle, and officials below and your crewmates above had all grown quite tired of such raging, unending, fulsome, embarrassing love,

no matter the trouble I’d have surely incurred, I’d carry on calling, could not be deterred by pleading from NASA, complaints or protests, they’d have to come get me, put me under arrest.

If not-talking was something that you took a vow for, I’d read to you, sing to you, whatever you’d need me to. I’d learn to lip read and learn to sign too There’s really no end to what I would do.

I’d follow you through darkness. I’d follow you through rain. My daily attention might drive you insane.

Have I made my point clear? You have nothing to fear I’m resourceful enough to keep loving you.

So great is my love, I am indefatigable . When it comes to you, love, I can’t stop loving you!

Viaggiate by Gio Evan

I recently came across this poem when a friend shared it on Facebook. From what I can piece together (most information I could find about him is written in Italian, so I am at the mercy of Google Translate) Gio Evan spent about eight years traveling around India, South America, and Europe by bike. Perhaps the inspiration for this piece came from his journey. His website describes him as a “multifaceted artist, writer and poet, philosopher, humorist, performer, songwriter and street artist.”

New poems about travel don't come along every day, so this one is a nice surprise. Evan encourages us to travel for learning and personal growth, greater understanding and acceptance, and a feeling of connection to the world.

As I was unable to find an official English translation, I have posted the poem in the original Italian, straight from Evan's Facebook page, alongside the English version I first read online.

Travel/Viaggiate

Consolation by Billy Collins

This poem, by former US Poet Laureate Billy Collins, who was the first recipient of the Mark Twain Prize for Humor in Poetry, celebrates the time we spend at home. It encourages us to appreciate our time not traveling as much as our time traveling. It takes on a slightly different meaning now, at a time when none of us can travel

Consolation

How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets, fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots. There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous domes and there is no need to memorize a succession of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon. No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass. How much better to command the simple precinct of home than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica. Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps? Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera eager to eat the world one monument at a time? Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice, I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning paper, all language barriers down, rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way. And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner. I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window. It is enough to climb back into the car as if it were the great car of English itself and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna.

Dislocation by Simon Constam

People who don't travel a lot don't always understand how hard it can be. They often mistake traveling for taking a holiday. But they are very different things. Traveling, especially long term, challenges and stretches one in many ways. Time constraints on short trips can cause you to explore from morning to night, returning at the end exhausted yet ready to do it again the next day.

Dislocation

I envy those who envy me for traveling. Sometimes I sit on a foreign street in a busy cafe, imagining you wishing you were here, feeling for the first time the thrilling flush of wanting to be elsewhere, the frisson of happiness that wishes bring. And so I sit quietly knowing that now it’s time to figure out just what it is I meant to do here.

Of this poem about travel, Simon says: “I wrote Dislocation back when I was 19, in the middle of my round-the-world trip. The meaning and purpose of travel is not always evident. To build confidence, some would say. To open one's eyes, say others. And some would say to realize their destinies. I would often sit at an outdoor cafe wondering what it was exactly I was doing while the wheels and gears of everyday were spinning relentlessly at home.”

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Learning to Travel by Julene Tripp Weaver

Traveling long-term allows you to travel slowly. In fact, it demands that you travel slowly. And what are the benefits of that? It's about learning the language, cooking with an old woman, having children knock on your door when something exciting is happening. How wonderful.

But then, in this poem by Julene Tripp Weaver, the circus comes to town. New opportunities arise. And the traveler picks up and follows the opportunities “beneath the throw of the knife”. They ignore the risk of leaving what is comfortable and explore new horizons.

Learning to Travel

She will learn French, enough to greet and shop become known. A French baker befriends her. After a long summer she stays on into the fall writes poems, picks wild herbs. An old woman cooks with her. They sit in silence while the sun sets. In the evening she lights candles, when hungry they share bread and cheese. A circus comes to town, young children knock on her door to watch elephants parade in the street. Tents are raised. A knife thrower invites her for his act. The wind of flying knives pulses dreams of moving on with the circus until there is no question. She will go. She pulls together a bag says goodbye to the old woman to the baker, to the children, moves to the next town beneath the throw of the knife.

Majorca by John Cooper Clarke

Instead of treating travel with reverence, this poem offers another truth about travel which is not quite, well, reverential. As Clarke says in his intro, it's about holiday packages. Love them or hate them, most of us can relate to this poem in one way or another.

Don't miss hearing Clarke perform this piece himself by scrolling to the bottom of the poem.

fasten your seatbelts says a voice inside the plane you can't hear no noise engines made by rolls royce take your choice …make mine majorca check out the parachutes can't be found alert those passengers they'll be drowned a friendly mug says “settle down” when i came round i was gagged and bound …for Majorca and the eyes caress the neat hostess her unapproachable flip finesse i found the meaning of the word excess they've got little bags if you wanna make a mess i fancied Cuba but it cost me less …to Majorca (Whose blonde sand fondly kisses the cool fathoms of the blue mediteranean) they packed us into the white hotel you could still smell the polycell wet white paint in the air-conditioned cells the waiter smelled of fake Chanel Gaulois… Garlic as well says if i like… i can call him “Miguel” …well really i got drunk with another fella who'd just brought up a previous paella he wanted a fight but said they were yella' …in Majorca the guitars rang and the castinets clicked the dancer's stamped and the dancer's kicked it's likely if you sang in the street you'd be nicked the double diamond flowed like sick mother's pride, tortilla and chips pneumatic drills when you try to kip …in Majorca a stomach infection put me in the shade must have been something in the lemonade but by the balls of franco i paid had to pawn my bucket and spade next year I'll take the international brigade …to Majorca

Questions of Travel by Elizabeth Bishop

Why do we travel?  Is it, as Elizabeth Bishop suggests, a lack of imagination?

Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979) is considered one of the great American poets of the 20th century. Enjoy this beautiful poem about travel.

Questions of Travel

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. –For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains, aren't waterfalls yet, in a quick age or so, as ages go here, they probably will be. But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling, the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships, slime-hung and barnacled.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

But surely it would have been a pity not to have seen the trees along this road, really exaggerated in their beauty, not to have seen them gesturing like noble pantomimists, robed in pink. –Not to have had to stop for gas and heard the sad, two-noted, wooden tune of disparate wooden clogs carelessly clacking over a grease-stained filling-station floor. (In another country the clogs would all be tested. Each pair there would have identical pitch.) –A pity not to have heard the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird who sings above the broken gasoline pump in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: three towers, five silver crosses. –Yes, a pity not to have pondered, blurr'dly and inconclusively, on what connection can exist for centuries between the crudest wooden footwear and, careful and finicky, the whittled fantasies of wooden footwear and, careful and finicky, the whittled fantasies of wooden cages. –Never to have studied history in the weak calligraphy of songbirds' cages. –And never to have had to listen to rain so much like politicians' speeches: two hours of unrelenting oratory and then a sudden golden silence in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes:

“Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places, not just stay at home? Or could Pascal have been not entirely right about just sitting quietly in one's room?

Continent, city, country, society: the choice is never wide and never free. And here, or there . . . No. Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be?”

For the Traveler by John O’Donohue

Aren't poetry and travel simply two different modes of exploring the world? Of learning who we are, what we believe, and how it all fits together?

When we are surrounded by family and friends, we are subject to their expectations of us. Our behavior, even our thoughts, are circumscribed by a desire for acceptance. Traveling solo you have time to discover who you are, what's really in your heart, when no one is looking.

John O'Donohue was born in 1956 and died in 2008. An Irish scholar, philosopher, priest, and poet, his first published work was “Anam Cara” which holds a wonderful quote for solo travelers:

“When you cease to fear your solitude, a new creativity awakens in you. Your forgotten or neglected wealth begins to reveal itself. You come home to yourself and learn to rest within. Thoughts are our inner senses. Infused with silence and solitude, they bring out the mystery of inner landscape.”

For the Traveler

Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you Will startle a little at your entry. Old places that know you well Will pretend nothing Changed since your last visit. When you travel, you find yourself Alone in a different way, More attentive now To the self you bring along, Your more subtle eye watching You abroad; and how what meets you Touches that part of the heart That lies low at home: How you unexpectedly attune To the timbre in some voice, Opening in conversation You want to take in To where your longing Has pressed hard enough Inward, on some unsaid dark, To create a crystal of insight You could not have known You needed To illuminate Your way. When you travel, A new silence Goes with you, And if you listen, You will hear What your heart would Love to say. A journey can become a sacred thing: Make sure, before you go, To take the time To bless your going forth, To free your heart of ballast So that the compass of your soul Might direct you toward The territories of spirit Where you will discover More of your hidden life, And the urgencies That deserve to claim you. May you travel in an awakened way, Gathered wisely into your inner ground; That you may not waste the invitations Which wait along the way to transform you. May you travel safely, arrive refreshed, And live your time away to its fullest; Return home more enriched, and free To balance the gift of days which call you.

The Lady in 38C by Lori Jakiela

Traveling on a regular basis, flight attendants have a chance to see the world. Serving hundreds of people every day from different cultures, different economic classes, genders, ages, and every other attribute that contributes to making individuals unique, they are positioned to observe and appreciate the human condition. 

Poet Lori Jakiela worked for Delta Air Lines for six years. She is now a professor at The University of Pittsburgh-Greensburg.

This poem is about unadulterated joy. Using her experience as a flight attendant, Jakiela focuses us on how we often miss the joy that life has to offer.

The Lady in 38C

The Lady in 38 C gets confused. She thinks I'm her nurse. “Nurse!” she yells. “My finger!” So I bring her a band-aid and put it on even though she's fine. “Oh thank you nurse!” she yells. “You're a good one.” She winks and smiles and the woman next to her glares into her computer. I think the old lady's charming. She's 86, still pretty. Her eyes are blue. Her hair is a cloud. She looks exactly like what's outside. She's the only air in this cabin, the only light. “Nurse!” she yells, and I look back over the sad heads, eggs in a carton, faces pressed against the mite-ridden blankets and pillows they fought for, and there she is, beaming. “Nurse,” she says. “Where are we?” I take her hand and look out the window. I scratch my head, smile and say, “Somewhere over Idunno.” She's the only passenger who's ever gotten that joke. Up here, nearly everyone is miserable. I count on small joys to get by. The woman in 38C says, “Oh, Nurse!” and the woman next to her who probably thinks we're somewhere over Idaho, that wonderland of Hemingway and golden potatoes, rolls her eyes and bangs the computer keys until the seatbelt sign goes on and the captain says, “We'll be experiencing weather.” which is what people say instead of scary things like storm and turbulence and pretty soon the plane is bouncing and the woman with the computer grips her armrest while the old lady throws her arms up like she's on a roller coaster and yells, “They should charge extra for this!”

The World Won’t Miss You for a While by Kathryn Simmonds

Perhaps the world will continue turning if you take a break now and then. And, just maybe, on your return you’ll make a better contribution to it.

In this poem, Kathryn Simmonds, a British poet born in 1972 illustrates that stepping off the planet is not just for busy Type A personalities. It is for Hare Krishnas, sous chefs, and apprentice pharmacists. It is for everyone.

The World Won’t Miss You for a While

Lie down with me you hillwalkers and rest, untie your boots and separate your toes, ignore the compass wavering north/north west. Quit trailing through the overcrowded streets with tinkling bells, you child of Hare Krishna. Hush. Unfurl your saffron robes. How sweet the grass. And you, photographer of wars, lie down and cap your lens. Ambassador, take off your dancing shoes. There are no laws by which you must abide oh blushing boy with Stanley knife, no county magistrates are waiting here to dress you down: employ yourself with cutting up these wild flowers as you like. Sous chef with baby guinea fowl to stuff, surveillance officer with hours to fill, and anorexic weighing up a meal, lie down. Girl riding to an interview, turn back before they force you to reveal your hidey holes. Apprentice pharmacist, leave carousels of second generation happy pills. The long term sad. And journalist with dreams, forget the man from Lancashire who lost his tongue, the youth who found it, kept it quivering in a matchbox for a year.

3 Poems About Travel by Sheenagh Pugh

Ah, if the roads we take every day could offer us the surprises, even on occasion, that travel delivers.

In this first poem about travel by Sheenagh Pugh, a British poet (originally from Wales) who says in her biography “I have been accused of being ‘populist’ and ‘too accessible,’ both of which I hope are true,” we are offered a road to explore what we don't know. To see what could be. What could happen.

Travel cannot always be on our agenda but we can still look around blind corners for new discoveries.  

What If This Road

What if this road, that has held no surprises these many years, decided not to go home after all; what if it could turn left or right with no more ado than a kite-tail? What if its tarry skin were like a long, supple bolt of cloth, that is shaken and rolled out, and takes a new shape from the contours beneath? And if it chose to lay itself down in a new way; around a blind corner, across hills you must climb without knowing what's on the other side; who would not hanker to be going, at all risks? Who wants to know a story's end, or where a road will go?

Many of us spend too much time documenting our travels rather than experiencing them.

We could live more fully in the moment. We could savor the experience to learn more deeply and remember more clearly.

In this second poem by Sheenagh Pugh, we are advised that notes and images offer little upon our return.

The Opportune Moment

If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it” – Capt Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl When you go ashore in that town, take neither a camera nor a notebook. However many photographs you upload of that street, the smell of almond paste will be missing; the harbour will not sound of wind slapping on chains. You will read notes like “Sami church”, later, and know you saw nothing, never put it where you could find it again, were never really there. When you go ashore in the small port with the rusty trawlers, there will be fur hawkers who all look like Genghis Khan on a market stall, crumbling pavements, roses frozen in bud, an altar with wool hangings, vessels like canal ware, a Madonna with a Russian doll face. When you go ashore, take nothing but the knowledge that where you are, you never will be again

There are two parts to this final poem about travel by Sheenagh Pugh. The first projects a future when our travel is not around the world but to Earth. It muses on a time when we have ruined our planet to the point that we no longer live here and it has become a destination suitable only for the “young and fit”. Do our travels contribute to this potential future?

The second part urges the reader to take it all in deeply, with all your senses. This applies equally to today's travelers as tomorrow’s. It explores the possible ways of experiencing a new place. It is gorgeous.

Do You Think We’ll Ever Get to See Earth, Sir?

I hear they're hoping to run trips one day, for the young and fit, of course. I don't see much use in it myself; there'll be any number of places you can't land, because they're still toxic, and even in the relatively safe bits you won't see what it was; what it could be. I can't fancy a tour through the ruins of my home with a party of twenty-five and a guide to tell me what to see. But if you should see some beautiful thing, some leaf, say, damascened with frost, some iridescence on a pigeon's neck, some stone, some curve, some clear water; look at it as if you were made of eyes, as if you were nothing but an eye, lidless and tender, to be probed and scorched by extreme light. Look at it with your skin, with the small hairs on the back of your neck. If it is well-shaped, look at it with your hands; if it has fragrance, breathe it into yourself; if it tastes sweet, put your tongue to it. Look at it as a happening, a moment; let nothing of it go unrecorded, map it as if it were already passing. Look at it with the inside of your head, look at it for later, look at it for ever, and look at it once for me.

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

The open road holds the pleasures of solitude as well as surprising adventures.

Walt Whitman (American poet, essayist, and journalist, 1819-1892) wrote his “Song of the Open Road” long before the automobile was invented. But somehow, that notion of the open road was already present in the American psyche. This is a massive poem, epic in nature.

Song of the Open Road

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them. (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.) 2 You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe that much unseen is also here. Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial, The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the illiterate person, are not denied; The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics, The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping couple, The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town, They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted, None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me. 3 You air that serves me with breath to speak! You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape! You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides! I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me. You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges! You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined side! you distant ships! You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd facades! you roofs! You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards! You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much! You doors and ascending steps! you arches! You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings! From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me, From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me. 4 The earth expanding right hand and left hand, The picture alive, every part in its best light, The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted, The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road. O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me? Do you say Venture not–if you leave me you are lost? Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me? O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, You express me better than I can express myself, You shall be more to me than my poem. I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all free poems also, I think I could stop here myself and do miracles, I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me, I think whoever I see must be happy. 5 From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughts of space, The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine. I am larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much goodness. All seems beautiful to me, can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you, I will recruit for myself and you as I go, I will scatter myself among men and women as I go, I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them, Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me, Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me. 6 Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me, Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not astonish me. Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. Here a great personal deed has room, (Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men, Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all authority and all argument against it.) Here is the test of wisdom, Wisdom is not finally tested in schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof, Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content, Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things; Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul. Now I re-examine philosophies and religions, They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents. Here is realization, Here is a man tallied–he realizes here what he has in him, The past, the future, majesty, love–if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them. Only the kernel of every object nourishes; Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me? Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me? Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion'd, it is apropos; Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers? Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls? 7 Here is the efflux of the soul, The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower'd gates, ever provoking questions, These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they? Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank? Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me? (I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;) What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers? What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side? What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause? What gives me to be free to a woman's and man's good-will? what gives them to be free to mine? 8 The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness, I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times, Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged. Here rises the fluid and attaching character, The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman, (The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.) Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old, From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments, Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact. 9 Allons! whoever you are come travel with me! Traveling with me you find what never tires. The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell. Allons! we must not stop here, However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here, However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here, However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while. 10 Allons! the inducements shall be greater, We will sail pathless and wild seas, We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail. Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements, Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity; Allons! from all formules! From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests. The stale cadaver blocks up the passage–the burial waits no longer. Allons! yet take warning! He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance, None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health, Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself, Only those may come who come in sweet and determin'd bodies, No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here. (I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes, We convince by our presence.) 11 Listen! I will be honest with you, I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes, These are the days that must happen to you: You shall not heap up what is call'd riches, You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve, You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an irresistible call to depart, You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you, What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting, You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands toward you. 12 Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them! They too are on the road–they are the swift and majestic men–they are the greatest women, Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas, Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land, Habitues of many distant countries, habitues of far-distant dwellings, Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers, Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore, Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children, Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of coffins, Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it, Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases, Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days, Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded and well-grain'd manhood, Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass'd, content, Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood, Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. 13 Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless, To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights, To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to, Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys, To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it, To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it, To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you, however long but it stretches and waits for you, To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go thither, To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it, To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens, To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through, To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go, To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them, to gather the love out of their hearts, To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you, To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls. All parts away for the progress of souls, All religion, all solid things, arts, governments–all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe. Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance. Forever alive, forever forward, Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied, Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men, They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go, But I know that they go toward the best–toward something great. Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth! You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you. Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen! It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it. Behold through you as bad as the rest, Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people, Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash'd and trimm'd faces, Behold a secret silent loathing and despair. No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession, Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes, Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and bland in the parlors, In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly, Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom, everywhere, Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones, Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers, Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself, Speaking of any thing else but never of itself. 14 Allons! through struggles and wars! The goal that was named cannot be countermanded. Have the past struggles succeeded? What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature? Now understand me well–it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary. My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion, He going with me must go well arm'd, He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions. 15 Allons! the road is before us! It is safe–I have tried it–my own feet have tried it well–be not detain'd! Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd! Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd! Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher! Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law. Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourselp. will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Why Do I Travel? Author Unknown

It is on the road that I am a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, medicine woman, an angel and even a genius

Traveling solo provides an opportunity to explore that aspect of your life which may be overshadowed by responsibilities and the expectations of others. It is an opportunity to live as a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, or whatever role you would, in a perfect world, take on. In doing so you will be that much closer to a well-earned label of genius.

We’ve been unable to confirm the author of this poem about travel. Perhaps Sana Musama or Musasama, but we can’t be certain. Regardless, it's a beautiful and significant piece of writing. If you have more details on the poet, please let us know so we can properly acknowledge them.

Why do I travel?

It is on the road that my inner voice speaks the loudest and my heart beats the strongest. It is on the road that I take extra pride in my wooly hair, full features and lineage. It is on the road that I develop extra senses and the hairs on my arms stand up and say “Sana, don't go there”, and I listen. It's when I safety pin my money to my underclothes and count it a million times before I go to sleep, It is on the road that I am a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, medicine woman, an angel and even a genius. It's on the road that I am fearless and unstoppable and if necessary ball up my fist and fight back. It is on the road that I talk to my deceased parents and they speak back It's on the road that I reprimand myself, and set new goals, refuel, stop and begin again. It is on the road that I experience what freedom truly is. It is my travel that has transformed me making me a citizen of the world. When my humanness, compassion and affection are raised to a new level and I share unconditionally.

The Return by Geneen Marie Haugen 

Single people are frequently the butt of jokes and jibes about “getting lucky”. But this term takes on a whole new meaning through solo travel, as it does in this poem. Here, one gets lucky when they return from travel “trailing snake scales, wing fragments and the musk of Earth and moon”.

Not everyone understands the need to travel and fewer still understand the need of solo travelers to head out on their own. By traveling solo, you can connect more deeply with a place and its people than when you are distracted by a companion. You get close to the ground, to the “musk of the earth”. You will be more affected by travel.

The poet, Geneen Marie Haugen is a writer, wilderness wanderer, and scholar.  

Some day, if you are lucky, you'll return from a thunderous journey trailing snake scales, wing fragments and the musk of Earth and moon. Eyes will examine you for signs of damage, or change and you, too, will wonder if your skin shows traces of fur, or leaves, if thrushes have built a nest of your hair, if Andromeda burns from your eyes. Do not be surprised by prickly questions from those who barely inhabit their own fleeting lives, who barely taste their own possibility, who barely dream. If your hands are empty, treasureless, if your toes have not grown claws, if your obedient voice has not become a wild cry, a howl, you will reassure them. We warned you, they might declare, there is nothing else, no point, no meaning, no mystery at all, just this frantic waiting to die. And yet, they tremble, mute, afraid you've returned without sweet elixir for unspeakable thirst, without a fluent dance or holy language to teach them, without a compass bearing to a forgotten border where no one crosses without weeping for the terrible beauty of galaxies and granite and bone. They tremble, hoping your lips hold a secret, that the song your body now sings will redeem them, yet they fear your secret is dangerous, shattering, and once it flies from your astonished mouth, they — like you — must disintegrate before unfolding tremulous wings.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

This may be one of the most well known poems about travel.

In travel, in life, is the road less traveled more courageous? Is it better? Maybe. Maybe not. But whatever course you take it will make all the difference.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros

This poem delivers a most positive outlook on life from the most negative angle possible.

Solo travel helps you flip on its head all that Martha Medeiros says contributes to a slow death. It causes you to change routines in your own rhythm, challenge yourself, build self-esteem, ask questions, explore with curiosity, and expand your world.

We all deserve splendid happiness. I hope you find yours.

He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly. He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting ones i's rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly. He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to thus follow a dream, those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly. He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly. He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops, dies slowly. He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know, dies slowly. Let's try and avoid death in small doses, reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness

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यात्रा पर सुविचार | Travel Quotes in Hindi |Yatra Safar Quotes in Hindi

Travel ( Yatra, Safar ) Quotes Image in Hindi – यात्रा हमारे जीवन का एक हिस्सा हैं और प्रत्येक व्यक्ति अपने जीवन में यात्रा जरूर करता हैं. यात्रा करने से नये अनुभव, नये लोगो, नये विचार, नई उर्जा, नई ताजगी आदि मिलती हैं. यात्रा करने से अनेको अनेक लाभ हैं. इस पोस्ट में Travel Quotes in Hindi दिए गये हैं आशा करता हूँ कि आपको पसंद आयेंगे.

Travel Quotes in Hindi | यात्रा कोट्स हिंदी में

दुनिया एक किताब है, और जो यात्रा नही करते है वे केवल एक पन्ना पढ़ते है. – सेंट ऍगस्टीन The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. – Saint Augustine

मैं यात्रा को एक महान सीखने की प्रक्रिया के रूप में देखता हूँ, और मेरा सबसे बड़ा सपना पूरे विश्व की यात्रा करना है. – पूजा हेगड़े I see travelling as a great learning process, and my biggest dream is to travel the world. – Pooja Hegde

सर्वश्रेष्ठ शिक्षा मैंने हमेशा यात्रा के माध्यम से प्राप्त की है. – लीसा लिंग The best education I have ever received was through travel. – Lisa Ling

हम इस दुनिया के जंगल में सभी यात्री हैं, और हमारी यात्रा में सबसे अच्छा जो हम पाते हैं वह एक ईमानदार दोस्त है. – रॉबर्ट लुइस स्टीवेन्सन We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend. – Robert Louis Stevenson

Yatra Quotes in Hindi

जिन्दगी जीने का असली मजा यात्रा में ही हैं. जब हम किसी नई जगह जाते है तो कुछ न कुछ जरूर सीखते है. यात्रा के दौरान भी हम बहुत कुछ सीखते हैं और इंसान को सबसे ज्यादा मजा सीखने में आता हैं. नये आहार, व्यवहार, संस्कार और सस्कृति को सीखते हैं. अच्छे दोस्त बनाते है. एक सुखद अनुभव जो हमेशा हमारे हृदय में रहता है.

यात्रा करने से हमारे अंदर नई उर्जा का संचार होता हैं और विचार सकारात्मक होते हैं. कई प्रकार के मानसिक विकार दूर हो जाते हैं.

यदि आप युवा और सक्षम हैं तो यात्रा जरूर करें बिना पैसे के बारे में सोचे क्योकि अनुभव पैसे की तुलना में कहीं अधिक मूल्यवान होगा.

आप ख़ुशी को नही खरीद सकते हैं लेकिन यात्रा के लिए हवाई जहाज का टिकट खरीद सकते हैं, यह ख़ुशी खरीदने के बराबर हैं.

Safar Quotes in Hindi

हजारों मील की यात्रा एक कदम से शुरू होती हैं.

सिर्फ़ यात्रा करों और दुनिया की सारी सुन्दरता जरूर देखों.

सबसे अच्छी यात्राएं, सबसे अच्छे प्यार की तरह होती हैं जिसका वास्तव में अंत नही हैं.

यात्रा जीवन का वह सुखद अनुभव हैं जिसे शब्दों में व्यक्त नहीं किया जा सकता हैं.

Travel Quotes in English

Work, Travel, Save, Repeat.

Wherever you go, Go with all your heart.

Travel with less plans and more freedom.

Travel is the only thing, you buy that makes you richer.

यात्रा पर अनमोल विचार

एक किताब पढ़ने से जितना सीखते हैं उसका हजार गुना यात्रा करने से सीखते हैं.

यात्रा हर कोई करता हैं पर कुछ लोग पूरी दुनिया की यात्रा करते हैं और कुछ लोग सिर्फ घर से ऑफिस तक ही यात्रा करते हैं.

मैं उड़ना चाहता हूँ, दौड़ना चाहता हूँ, गिरना भी चाहता हूँ बस रुकना नहीं चाहता.

यात्रा करने पर हम सबसे ज्यादा सीखते हैं.

सफ़र कोट्स इन हिंदी

जीवन को गतिशील रखने के लिए यात्रा जरूरी हैं क्योकि रूका हुआ पानी में ख़राब हो जाता हैं.

जब हम यात्रा करते हैं तो हम थकते नही हैं क्योकि इस कार्य को हम हमेशा दिल से करते हैं.

इन्सान के यात्रा करने का जूनून ही उसे चाँद तक पहुँचा दिया.

Quotes on Travel in Hindi

मैं चाहता हूँ कि मैं कभी भी यात्रा पर न जाऊं. किसी ने कभी नही कहा. I wish I had never gone traveling. Said no one ever.

किसी के बारे में हजार बार सुनने से अच्छा है उसे एक बार देखना. It is better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.

मेरा यह हृदय इस दुनिया को घूमने के लिए बना था. This heart of mine was made to travel this world.

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सफर - हिंदी कविता | hindi poem on safar - the journey of life...

जिंदगी रही सफर में 

सफर ही जिंदगी रहा  

कभी अकेले रहे हम 

कभी साथ किसी का मिल गया  ।

बीता सफर यूँ जैसा के  

पलकें झुकी मेरी 

आंखें खुली  तो पाया 

हाथों से लकीरें ही मिट गयी ।

मिले सफर में जो  मेरे अपने ख़ास थे 

मूँद लू आंखें  तो चेहरे वही दिखे 

छूट गए  जो  सफर में वो भी अज़ीज़ थे 

हम कुछ नहीं थे उनके पर वो मेरे करीब थे !

ज़िन्दगी सफर में खुद से रूबरू कराती रही मुझे 

है सफर ही ज़िन्दगी बस बताती रही मुझे 

जो मिल गया मुझे वो भी मेरा नहीं 

बस इसी बात का एहसास कराती रही मुझे  !

10 comments:

zindgi bhot khubsurt hai.... bss apki poem pdne ko milti rhe...k

ज़िन्दगी... हर एक शख्स के लिए इसका अलग अर्थ है। हर कोई इसे अपने शब्दों में बयां करता है। सतीश।

Beautiful Poem❤❤❤❤😊😊😊😊

Kya baat 🥲🥲

Very nice 💕

Amazing ....Soothing Voice

ज़िन्दगी सफर में खुद से , रूबरू कराती रही मुझे ! है सफर ही ज़िन्दगी , बस बताती रही मुझे !!

Thanku all for precious comments

Beautiful 😊😊🤗

क्या अब भी इम्तिहान है ! #Hindi Poetry on life

Life   इम्तिहान है  ये कैसा एहसास है के दर्द भी अब रास है  बोझल है आँखें थकान से न जाने किसकी आस है  कह रही है झुकते उठते  खुद से ही ऐतराज़ ह...

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Travel Poem – Hindi – चलते चलो

(राजस्थान में रोड ट्रिप के दिनों की यादों को समर्पित – A Hindi Travel Poem Dedicated To My Self Drive Road Trip in Rajasthan.)

The poem is inspired by my road trip across Rajasthan from Delhi when we went to the far off places in Thar Desert.

This is an attempt to write in Hindi about everything and anything, primarily on life, love for life and traveling life. Hindi, being my mother tongue, comes natural to me and in last many decades, I have written a lot of prose and poems in Hindi. So, in this window named Safgoi (साफ़गोई), which means – straight talk or candid talk , I will write in Hindi as Himanshu Chahunaur (हिमांशु “चहुंओर”), which means Himanshu – All Around, signifying my perpetual quest to seek from all around, which is logical to the traveling soul that resides in me.

Do share your thoughts on the poem. Feeling blessed!!

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विश्व पर्यटन दिवस एवं राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस 2023 पर कोट्स, कविता एवं शायरी के जरिए भेजें शुभकामनाएं । World and National Tourism Day Quotes in Hindi

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भारत में हर साल 25 जनवरी का दिन राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस के रुप में मनाया जाता है। भारत का इतिहास आकर्षक धरोहरों से समृद्ध है जिसे जानने और समझने के लिए आए दिनों दुनिया भर के लोग भारत में पर्यटन करने आते हैं।

भारत में पर्यटन दिवस की शुरुआत साल 1948 से हुई जिसका प्रमुख उद्देश्य भारत में पर्यटन को बढ़ावा देना है। पर्यटन दिवस केवल भारत में ही नहीं बल्कि विश्व में भी मनाया जाता है हालांकि इनकी तिथियां भिन्न-भिन्न है। एक ओर जहां 25 जनवरी का दिन भारत में राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस के रूप में मनाया जाता है तो वहीं दूसरी ओर 27 सितंबर को विश्व भर में विश्व पर्यटन दिवस मनाया जाता है।

आपको जानकर आश्चर्य होगा कि भारत की कुल जीडीपी का लगभग 6.8 % हिस्सा केवल राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन की देन है। अब इसी बात से आप देश की अर्थव्यवस्था में पर्यटन का योगदान समझ सकते हैं।

हमारे जीवन में भी पर्यटन का बहुत विशेष महत्व होता है। या फिर कुछ यूं ही समझ लीजिए कि पर्यटन जीवन की सबसे बड़ी उपलब्धियों में से एक है। किसी पर्यटन स्थल पर जाना, वहां की सभ्यता संस्कृति से परिचित होना, उन्हें समझना और आत्मसात करना पर्यटन का प्रमुख ध्येय होता है।

आज इस लेख के जरिए हम आपके लिए राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस पर कोट्स और कविता ( National Tourism Day Quotes & Poem In Hindi) लेकर आए हैं, जिनका इस्तेमाल करके आप लोगों को पर्यटन का महत्व समझा सकते हैं और राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस 2023 (National Tourism Day 2023) की शुभकामनाएं (National Tourism Day Wishes In Hindi) भेज सकते हैं।

• राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस क्यों मनाया जाता है? निबंध, इतिहास, महत्व
• विश्व पर्यटन दिवस पर निबंध व भाषण

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विश्व पर्यटन दिवस 2023 पर स्लोगन सुविचार (Slogan On World Tourism Day Quotes In Hindi) –

राष्ट्रीय पर्यटन दिवस 2023 पर कोट्स, अनमोल वचन (national tourism day quotes in hindi).

• मंजिल का इंतजार बेकार है, केवल जीवन के सफर का मजा लीजिए।
• भारत आध्यात्मिक पर्यटन का एक ऐसा देश है जहां नास्तिक भी धर्म ईश्वर और आस्था पर विश्वास करने लगते हैं।
• अगर अपने जीवन को सार्थक बनाना चाहते हैं तो एक बार भारत के सांस्कृतिक धरोहर स्थलों का पर्यटन जरूर करें। मृत्यु के बाद स्वर्ग मिले या ना मिले लेकिन जीते जी इस आध्यात्मिक स्वर्ग का सुख जरूर भोग लें।
• पर्यटन देश की अर्थव्यवस्था का ऐसा पीलर है जो ना केवल अर्थव्यवस्था में बड़ी भागीदारी निभाते हैं बल्कि रोजगार के नए अवसर भी पैदा करता है।
• भारत का समृद्ध इतिहास और सभ्यता तथा संस्कृति भारत को विश्व पर्यटन का सबसे प्रमुख केंद्र बनाते हैं। हमें अपने स्वर्णिम इतिहास और सभ्यता संस्कृति पर गर्व होना चाहिए।
• भारत की विविधता दुनिया भर के लोगों को अपनी ओर आकर्षित करती है। भारत में कदम कदम पर सभ्यताएं संस्कृतियों, रीति-रिवाज परंपराएं, त्यौहार, बोलियां और भाषाएं बदलती रहती हैं। यही कारण है कि भारत विश्व पर्यटन की धरोहरों में से एक है।
• सफर की शुरुआत बेहद खूबसूरत होती है लेकिन उसका अंजाम उतना ही दर्दनाक होता है। हर सफर को अंजाम तक पहुंचना होता है। अंजाम तक पहुंचने के बाद ही यात्राएं सार्थक होती हैं।
• इतिहास गवाह है आज तक जिस सफर की शुरुआत हुई उसे अंजाम तक जाना ही पड़ा। सफर का अंजाम मंजिल, ख्वाब का अंजाम हकीकत, जिंदगी का अंजाम मौत, और हर मुलाकात का अंजाम जुदाई।
• व्यवहार में भले ही यह बातें सच लगें या न लगें लेकिन हर आगाज का अंजाम आना लाज़िम है।
• पर्यटन अनुभव का सर्वोत्तम साधन है। अगर आप प्रकृति सभ्यता समाज और संस्कृति की विविधता को देखना चाहते हैं और उसका अनुभव करना चाहते हैं तो आपको पर्यटन जरूर करना चाहिए।

          – सौरभ शुक्ला

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Poetry About Travel: 21 Most Inspiring Travel Poems

Are you looking for beautiful poetry about travel? Then you have come to the right place! This post features some of the most inspiring travel poems out there.

Travel experiences are often shared in blog posts, videos, books, songs or quotes , but poetry about travel is a bit harder to find. Poetry is a beautiful way to capture how travel makes us feel though, and there are some amazing poems about travel and adventure out there!

I collected 21 of the most beautiful travelling poems in this post. Let me know in the comments if you think there’s a beautiful poem that’s missing from this list, as I’m updating it frequently!

Poetry About Travel: The Most Beautiful Travel Poems

1. The Farewell by Kahlil Gibran

Even though the poetry about travel in this list is in no particular order, the first poem I had to think of was The Farewell by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931). This beautiful poem can be found in Gibran’s book The Prophet , which is one of the most translated books in history.

I only included my favourite part in this post, as the poem is quite long, but you can read the full version on the link below.

We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.

Read the full version of Farewell here

2. Freedom by Olive Runner

This short but powerful travel poem by Olive Runner embraces the feeling of freedom that can be found in travelling. It’s one of the most inspiring poems about exploring the world.

Give me the long, straight road before me,  A clear, cold day with a nipping air,  Tall, bare trees to run on beside me,  A heart that is light and free from care.  Then let me go! – I care not whither  My feet may lead, for my spirit shall be  Free as the brook that flows to the river,  Free as the river that flows to the sea.

3. Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

The main themes in Whitman’s (1819-1892) Song of the Open Road are freedom, joy and independence. This piece of travel poetry inspires us to be free from expectations, follow our own path and enjoy life – it holds a very beautiful message if you’re asking me!

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

4. A Song of Joys by Walt Whitman 

You can find the last part of A Song of Joys by Walt Whitman (1819-1892) below. In this poem, Whitman describes different types of people and what brings joy to them. The last part speaks about the joy of travelling and exploring.

You can find the entire poem on the link below if you want to read the entire piece.

O to sail in a ship,  To leave this steady unendurable land,  To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets,  the sidewalks and the houses,  To leave you, O you solid motionless land, and  entering a ship,  To sail and sail and sail! O to have my life henceforth a poem of new joys! To dance, clap hands, exult, shout, skip, leap, roll on, float on, To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports, A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,) A swift and swelling ship, full of rich words—full of joys.

Read the full version here

5. Travelling Again by Du Fu

Often called “the Poet-Historian”, Du Fu (712-770 AD) is considered one of the greatest Chinese poets. His poem Traveling Again was written in 761 AD, which makes it the oldest of the travelling poems on this list. Fu wrote it during his second visit to a temple in a turbulent time for his country.

Temple remember once travel place Bridge remember again cross time River mountain like waiting Flower willow become selfless Country vivid mist shine thin Sand soft sun colour late Traveller sorrow all become decrease Stay here again what this

I remember the temple, this route I’ve travelled before, I recall the bridge as I cross it again. It seems the hills and rivers have been waiting, The flowers and willows all are selfless now. The field is sleek and vivid, thin mist shines, On soft sand, the sunlight’s colour shows it’s late. All the traveller’s sorrow fades away, What better place to rest than this?

6. Hearthside by Dorothy Parker

In Hearthside by Dorothy Parker (1893-1967), someone is sitting by a fire and thinking about all the places they will never see. It’s a touching piece of travel poetry that makes you dream about visiting places you haven’t been to (yet).

Half across the world from me Lie the lands I’ll never see- I, whose longing lives and dies Where a ship has sailed away; I, that never close my eyes But to look upon Cathay.

Things I may not know nor tell Wait, where older waters swell; Ways that flowered at Sappho’s tread, Winds that sighed in Homer’s strings, Vibrant with the singing dead, Golden with the dust of wings.

Under deeper skies than mine, Quiet valleys dip and shine. Where their tender grasses heal Ancient scars of trench and tomb I shall never walk: nor kneel Where the bones of poets bloom.

If I seek a lovelier part, Where I travel goes my heart; Where I stray my thought must go; With me wanders my desire. Best to sit and watch the snow, Turn the lock, and poke the fire.

7. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

A list full of poetry about travel wouldn’t be complete without The Road Not Taken . This deep poem by Robert Frost (1874-1963) talks about how the choices we make, no matter how small they may seem, can impact and shape our lives.

This is one of the most famous poems in the world, where the speaker chooses to take the “road less travelled by”. He/she doesn’t choose the life most people choose and thanks to this, the speaker of this poem is often celebrated for their individualism.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

8. Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) was my favourite poet as a teenager, and he’s still one of my favourite poets today. It’s believed that Eldorado is one of his last poems, as he wrote it six months before his death.

Eldorado tells the story of a knight who travels in search of a city of gold. According to scholars, parallels can be seen between the knight’s quest in this poem and Poe’s quest to find happiness in his life.

Gaily bedight,  A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long,  Singing a song, In search of Eldorado.  But he grew old –  This knight so bold –  And o’er his heart a shadow  Fell, as he found  No spot of ground  That looked like Eldorado.  And, as his strength  Failed him at length,  He met a pilgrim shadow –  ‘Shadow,’ said he,  ‘Where can it be –  This land of Eldorado?’  ‘Over the Mountains  Of the Moon,  Down the Valley of the Shadow,  Ride, boldly ride,’  The shade replied,  ‘If you seek for Eldorado!’

9. Rootless by Jenny Xie

In Rootless , Jenny Xie describes what she sees on a sleeper train between Hanoi and Sapa in Vietnam. The landscapes around the speaker constantly change while he/she is the only constant.

Between Hanoi and Sapa there are clean slabs of rice fields and no two brick houses in a row.

I mean, no three— See, counting’s hard in half-sleep, and the rain pulls a sheet

over the sugar palms and their untroubled leaves. Hours ago, I crossed a motorbike with a hog strapped to its seat,

the size of a date pit from a distance. Can this solitude be rootless, unhooked from the ground?

No matter. The mind resides both inside and out. It can think itself and think itself into existence.

I sponge off the eyes, no worse for wear. My frugal mouth spends the only foreign words it owns.

At present, on this sleeper train, there’s nowhere to arrive. Me? I’m just here in my traveller’s clothes, trying on each passing town for size.

10. Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson

This travel poem by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) talks about the dreams and ambitions of a young boy who wants to travel around the world when he grows up. It’s part of Stevenson’s collection A Child’s Garden of Verses .

I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow;— Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goats, Lonely Crusoes building boats;— Where in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities, miles about, Are with mosque and minaret Among sandy gardens set, And the rich goods from near and far Hang for sale in the bazaar,— Where the Great Wall round China goes, And on one side the desert blows, And with bell and voice and drum Cities on the other hum;— Where are forests, hot as fire, Wide as England, tall as a spire, Full of apes and cocoa-nuts And the negro hunters’ huts;— Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile, And the red flamingo flies Hunting fish before his eyes;— Where in jungles, near and far, Man-devouring tigers are, Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near, Or a comer-by be seen Swinging in a palanquin;— Where among the desert sands Some deserted city stands, All its children, sweep and prince, Grown to manhood ages since, Not a foot in street or house, Not a stir of child or mouse, And when kindly falls the night, In all the town no spark of light. There I’ll come when I’m a man With a camel caravan; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining-room; See the pictures on the walls, Heroes, fights and festivals; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys.

11. Dislocation by Simon Constam

Simon Constam wrote this beautiful travel poem during his round-the-world trip when he was 19. It’s about the difference between travelling long term and going on a holiday, which are two different things.

Long-term travel comes with its difficulties and challenges, and it’s different from vacationing.

I envy those who envy me for traveling. Sometimes I sit on a foreign street in a busy cafe, imagining you wishing you were here, feeling for the first time the thrilling flush of wanting to be elsewhere, the frisson of happiness that wishes bring. And so I sit quietly knowing that now it’s time to figure out just what it is I meant to do here.

12. Questions of travel by Elizabeth Bishop

In the poem Questions of Travel , Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979) touches on subjects like travel, home, conflict and regret. This piece of travel poetry is one that depicts the pros and cons of travelling, and why we do it.

There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. –For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains, aren’t waterfalls yet, in a quick age or so, as ages go here, they probably will be. But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling, the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships, slime-hung and barnacled.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? What childishness is it that while there’s a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, inexplicable and impenetrable, at any view, instantly seen and always, always delightful? Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too? And have we room for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?

But surely it would have been a pity not to have seen the trees along this road, really exaggerated in their beauty, not to have seen them gesturing like noble pantomimists, robed in pink. –Not to have had to stop for gas and heard the sad, two-noted, wooden tune of disparate wooden clogs carelessly clacking over a grease-stained filling-station floor. (In another country the clogs would all be tested. Each pair there would have identical pitch.) –A pity not to have heard the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird who sings above the broken gasoline pump in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: three towers, five silver crosses. –Yes, a pity not to have pondered, blurr’dly and inconclusively, on what connection can exist for centuries between the crudest wooden footwear and, careful and finicky, the whittled fantasies of wooden footwear and, careful and finicky, the whittled fantasies of wooden cages. –Never to have studied history in the weak calligraphy of songbirds’ cages. –And never to have had to listen to rain so much like politicians’ speeches: two hours of unrelenting oratory and then a sudden golden silence in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes:

“Is it lack of imagination that makes us come to imagined places, not just stay at home? Or could Pascal have been not entirely right about just sitting quietly in one’s room?

Continent, city, country, society: the choice is never wide and never free. And here, or there . . . No. Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be?”

13. For the Traveler by John O’Donohue

In For the Traveler , John O’Donohue (1956-2008) describes how travelling can change us, and how enriching it is. This poem is about exploring, going on a journey and coming back as a different person – something I can relate to!

Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you Will startle a little at your entry. Old places that know you well Will pretend nothing Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself Alone in a different way, More attentive now To the self you bring along, Your more subtle eye watching You abroad; and how what meets you Touches that part of the heart That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune To the timbre in some voice, Opening in conversation You want to take in To where your longing Has pressed hard enough Inward, on some unsaid dark, To create a crystal of insight You could not have known You needed To illuminate Your way.

When you travel, A new silence Goes with you, And if you listen, You will hear What your heart would Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing: Make sure, before you go, To take the time To bless your going forth, To free your heart of ballast So that the compass of your soul Might direct you toward The territories of spirit Where you will discover More of your hidden life, And the urgencies That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way, Gathered wisely into your inner ground; That you may not waste the invitations Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed, And live your time away to its fullest; Return home more enriched, and free To balance the gift of days which call you.

14. The Return by Geneen Marie Haugen

Similarly to For the Traveler (#13 on this list), The Return speaks about coming back from a journey as a different person. The difference, however, is that this poem focuses on other people’s points of view, including people’s prejudice and expectations.

Some day, if you are lucky, you’ll return from a thunderous journey trailing snake scales, wing fragments and the musk of Earth and moon .

Eyes will examine you for signs of damage, or change and you, too, will wonder if your skin shows traces

of fur, or leaves, if thrushes have built a nest of your hair, if Andromeda burns from your eyes.

Do not be surprised by prickly questions from those who barely inhabit their own fleeting lives, who barely taste their own possibility, who barely dream.

If your hands are empty, treasureless, if your toes have not grown claws, if your obedient voice has not become a wild cry, a howl,

you will reassure them. We warned you, they might declare, there is nothing else, no point, no meaning, no mystery at all, just this frantic waiting to die.

And yet, they tremble, mute, afraid you’ve returned without sweet elixir for unspeakable thirst, without a fluent dance or holy language to teach them, without a compass bearing to a forgotten border where no one crosses without weeping for the terrible beauty of galaxies

and granite and bone. They tremble, hoping your lips hold a secret, that the song your body now sings will redeem them, yet they fear

your secret is dangerous, shattering, and once it flies from your astonished mouth, they — like you — must disintegrate before unfolding tremulous wings.

15. Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

In this beautiful piece of travel poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950), the narrator longs to escape from their everyday life. They hear how the train goes by in the distance and dream about how it could take them somewhere new.

The railroad track is miles away, And the day is loud with voices speaking, Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I’ll not be knowing, Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going.

16. Traveling by Nayyirah Waheed

Nayyirah Waheed has been described as “the most famous poet on Instagram”, as her poems are frequently shared on this platform.

Apart from her poems, not much is known about Waheed. She doesn’t reveal many details about her life and describes herself as a “quiet poet” – which is quite fascinating! Waheed’s poem Traveling is a beautiful example of her repertoire.

be insecure in peace. allow yourself lowness. know that it is only a country on the way to who you are.

17. On the World by Francis Quarles

On the World is another short and beautiful travel poem that describes the life of a traveller.

The world’s an Inn; and I her guest. I eat; I drink; I take my rest. My hostess, nature, does deny me Nothing, wherewith she can supply me; Where, having stayed a while, I pay Her lavish bills, and go my way.

18. Why Do I Travel by an unknown author

If you love traveling, you might relate to this poem which explains why the author travels. This piece is about what travel is all about, the adventure and the lessons it brings.

It is on the road that my inner voice speaks the loudest and my heart beats the strongest. It is on the road that I take extra pride in my wooly hair, full features and lineage. It is on the road that I develop extra senses and the hairs on my arms stand up and say “Sana, don’t go there”, and I listen. It’s when I safety pin my money to my underclothes and count it a million times before I go to sleep. It is on the road that I am a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, medicine woman, an angel and even a genius. It’s on the road that I am fearless and unstoppable and if necessary ball up my fist and fight back. It is on the road that I talk to my deceased parents and they speak back. It’s on the road that I reprimand myself, and set new goals, refuel, stop and begin again. It is on the road that I experience what freedom truly is. It is my travel that has transformed me making me a citizen of the world. When my humanness, compassion and affection are raised to a new level and I share unconditionally.

19. If Once You’ve Slept on an Island by Rachel Field

This beautiful poem talks about how travel changes you and how you will not be the same after sleeping on an island.

If once you have slept on an island  You’ll never be quite the same;  You may look as you looked the day before  And go by the same old name,  You may bustle about in street and shop  You may sit at home and sew,  But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls  Wherever your feet may go.  You may chat with the neighbors of this and that  And close to your fire keep,  But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell  And tides beat through your sleep.  Oh! you won’t know why and you can’t say how  Such a change upon you came,  But once you have slept on an island,  You’ll never be quite the same.

20. Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros

Although this poem covers more than travel alone, it’s incredibly relatable!

He who does not travel, who does not read, who can not hear music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops, dies slowly.

21. Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss

This is another one of my favourite poems about travelling. It was written for the children’s book “Oh, the Places You’ll Go”, which was published in 1990.

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself Any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

>> Read the full Dr. Seuss poem here

Poetry About Travel: Final Thoughts

And that was it, 21 of the best travel poems out there! I hope that you have found exactly what you were looking for in this list of travel poetry and that it gave you some inspiration.

I’m curious to hear what your favourite poem about travel is (mine are #1, #7 and 21)! Or did you come across other beautiful poetry about travel that’s not on this list? Let me know in the comments as I’m updating this post frequently.

Find more travel inspiration in the posts below:

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The Road Not Taken Poem by Robert Frost in Hindi

T he Road Not Taken is a well known poem by Robert Frost. This poem was published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection – Mountain Interval. The Road Not Taken Poem in Hindi is placed before you.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is an ambiguous poem. It allows the reader to think about the choices in life. The choices are to go with the main stream or to go alone and explore something new or different.

If we consider our life to be a journey, this poem The Road Not Taken highlights to take decision at different stages to complete the journey.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is a narrative poem. It consists of four stanzas of five lines each. It narrates the beauty of nature in the autumn season in the forest or jungle.

Poem, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost clearly gives as message about life’s choices. The speaker (Poet) is confronted with two roads. He observes, thinks and debates his choices. He had to choose only one road as a single person can’t travel in two roads.

Ultimately the speaker decides to take the road less traveled by. He feels he made the right choice. He also declares that it has made all the difference…..

Let us know something more from Wikipedia about Robert Frost.

ORIGINAL POEM IN ENGLISH

T he Road Not Taken

ROBERT FROST

Stanza – 1

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

HINDI TRANCLATION OF THE POEM :

(The Road Not Taken Poem by Robert Frost)

दो रास्ते पीले जंगल पे भिन्न – भिन्न दिशाओं में छितर जाते हैं,

और मैं दुखित हूँ मैं दोनों रस्तों पे यात्रा कर नहीं पाया

और एक पर्यटक बनके, बहुत देर तक खड़ा रहा

और एक रास्ते को दूर तक देखा जितनी दूर तक मैं देख पाया

वहां तक जहां झाड – झंखखाड़ से वो घूम है गया;

इसके बाद लिया दूसरा, वह बहुत ही युक्तिपूर्ण लगा,

और यही शायद था बेहतर दावा,

कारण वह था घास से भरा और चाहता था कुचला जाए उसे;

हालांकि उसके लिए जब वहाँ से गुजर रहे थे

सचमुच वह राह भी उतना ही घिसे हुए थे,

और उस सुबह दोनों ही रास्ते बराबर से बिछाये हुए थे

पत्तों पर कोई भी कदम कुचल के काले रंग बना नहीं पाए थे

आह ! मैंने पहला रास्ता रखा एक और दिन के लिए !

यह जानते हुए भी कि रास्ता कैसे आगे ही आगे बढ़ता जाता है,

मैंने शक किया शायद ही मैं दुबारा आऊँगा यहाँ ।

मैं यह बात बताऊंगा एक दीर्घश्वास के साथ

इसी कारण से किसी स्थान में युगों और युगों के पश्चात :

दो रास्ते जंगल पे भिन्न- भिन्न दिशा मैं छितर जाते हैं, और मैं –

मैंने लिया एक रास्ता जिसमे लोग कम यातायात किए हैं,

और जिसके चलते ही सभी फर्क आ गए हैं

STANZAWISE HINDI TRANSLATION OF THE POEM :

और जिसके चलते ही सभी फर्क आ गए हैं।

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Let us read some quotations on choice to understand better…..

01. Smetimes it’s the smallest decision that can change your life for ever. …KERI RUSSEL

Hindi : कभी कभी यह सबसे छोटा निर्णय जो आपके जीवन को हमेशा के लिए बदल सकता है …KERI RUSSEL

02. Your life changes the moment you make a new, congruent, and committed decision. …TONY ROBBINS

Hindi : आपका जीवन बदल जाता है जिस क्षण आप एक नया, अनुकूल/सर्वांगसम, और प्रतिबद्धता निर्णय लेते हैं …TONY ROBBINS

03. Life presents you with so many decisions. A lot of times, they’re right in front of your face and they’re really difficult but we must make them. …BRITTANY MURPHY

Hindi : जीवन आपको कई निर्णय के साथ प्रस्तुत करता है। कई बार, वे आपके चेहरे के ठीक सामने हैं, और वे वास्तव में मुशिकल हैं, किन्तु, हमें उन्हें बनाना चाहिए …BRITTANY MURPHY

04. Choices are the hinges of destiny . …EDWIN MARKHAM

Hindi : नियति/ भाग्य पर निर्भर करता है विकल्प

नियति विकल्प से जुड़ा होता है/ विकल्प पर निर्भर करता है …EDWIN MARKHAM

05. Life is a matter of choices, and every choice you make makes you. …JOHN C. MAXWELL

Hindi : जीवन विकल्पों का विषय है, और आपकी पसंद का हर विकल्प आपको बनाता है …JOHN C. MAXWELL

06. Life is a sum of all choices. …ALBERT CAMUS

Hindi : जीवन सभी विकल्पों का एक राशि है …ALBERT CAMUS

07. Every choice you make has an end result. …ZIG ZIGLAR

Hindi : हर चयन जो आप करते हैं उसका एक अंतिम परिणाम होताहै है …ZIG ZIGLAR

08. Happiness is not by chance, but by choice. …JIM ROHN

Hindi : खुशी इत्तफाक/संयोग से नहीं, परंतु पसंद से होती है …JIM ROHN

09. The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice. …GEORGE ELIOT

Hindi : विकास का सबसे मजबूत सिद्धान्त मानव के पसंद पर निर्भर करता है …GEORGE ELIOT

10. It is the ability to choose which makes us human. …MEDELINE L ‘ENGLE’

Hindi : यह चुनने की क्षमता है जो हमें मानव बनाती है …MEDELINE L ‘ENGLE’

CONCLUSION :

After reading the poem thoroughly, it can be concluded that Robert Frost’s poem “The road not taken” clearly narrates and deals with situations we faced in our life. A few choices appear before us. And we have to take decision.

In our life, there is impact of choices and impact of decision that we take. The choices make a big difference in the long run of our career and life.

Life journey is not easy. One has to examine the nature of each road (decisions). Its impact, its pros and cons are to be found out, then only choice can be made. And ultimately choices in our life make the differences.

अनुवादक : रतिकान्त सिंह

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10 Beautiful Travel Poems For The Adventurer In You

Travel poems breathe wanderlust into words. Here are ten beautiful travel poems for the adventurer in you.

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A Travel Poem For The Girl With Itchy Feet

against the shore,

restless like

for any adventure,

that blew along her way

– Atticus

A Travel Poem For The One On A Journey. Any Journey.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose,

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,

Strong and content I travel the open road.

– Walt Whitman, from Song of the Open Road

A Travel Poem That Sums Up Adventure In Four Gorgeous Lines

My heart is warm with the friends I make,

And better friends I’ll not be knowing,

Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,

No matter where it’s going.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Travel

A Travel Poem From Margaret Atwood Because She Never Disappoints

No, they whisper. You own nothing.

You were a visitor, time after time

climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.

We never belong to you.

You never found us.

It was always the other way around.

– Margaret Atwood, from The Moment

This Travel Poem Is Just Everything

You are not a tree. You are not bound

to the ground you walk on. You have

wings and dreams and a heart full of

wonder. So pick up your feet and go.

Spread kindness like a wildflower

wherever you go. Fall in love with the

life you live, and always leave people

better than you found them.

– Drewniverses, from Tumblr

This 19th Century Travel Poem Is Just. So. Good.

Half across the world from me

Lie the lands I’ll never see- I, whose longing lives and dies Where a ship has sailed away; I, that never close my eyes But to look upon Cathay.

Things I may not know nor tell Wait, where older waters swell; Ways that flowered at Sappho’s tread, Winds that sighed in Homer’s strings, Vibrant with the singing dead, Golden with the dust of wings.

Under deeper skies than mine, Quiet valleys dip and shine. Where their tender grasses heal Ancient scars of trench and tomb I shall never walk: nor kneel Where the bones of poets bloom.

If I seek a lovelier part, Where I travel goes my heart; Where I stray my thought must go; With me wanders my desire. Best to sit and watch the snow, Turn the lock, and poke the fire.

– Dorothy Parker, from Hearthside

If Only I Could Swallow This Modern Travel Poem

be insecure

allow yourself lowness.

know that it is

the way to who you are.

– Nayyirah Waheed, from Traveling

Then, There’s This Transcendent Travel Poem

my eyes will remember

how to love the world

under changing skies.

when the light changes,

so does the view.

– Lindsay O’Connell

And This One

Somedays, I grow tired of life,

and long, for the next great adventure.

Finally, If You’re Waiting To Pack Your Bags And Go…

Twenty years from now

You’ll be more disappointed

By the things you didn’t do

Than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails.

– H. Jackson Brown, from P.S. I Love You (well, sort of. It’s a quote from his mother).

Did you enjoy these travel poems? Let me know in the comments below which one of these travel poems was your favorite! Mine is definitely #5, but I love them all!

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Take a poetry road trip across the United States and abroad with this curated collection of poems about vacation and travel, videos on poetic trips and poets abroad, poetry landmarks, walking tours, featured poetry books for literary travelers, and postcards from poets on summer vacations.

“ If You Get There Before I Do ” by Dick Allen Air out the linens, unlatch the shutters on the eastern side …

“ Flying ” by Sarah Arvio                   One said to me tonight or was it day …

“ Passing Through Albuquerque ” by John Balaban At dusk, by the irrigation ditch …

“ Looking for The Gulf Motel ” by Richard Blanco There should be nothing here I don’t remember …

“ Return to Florence ” by Cyrus Cassells How do I convey the shoring gold …

“ Vacation ” by Rita Dove I love the hour before takeoff …

“ Cattails ” by Nikky Finney One woman drives across five states just to see her …

“ Self-Portrait on the Street of an Unnamed Foreign City ” by Jennifer Grotz The lettering on the shop window in which …

“ Go Greyhound ” by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines …

“ Spain ” by Major Jackson Beneath canopies of green, unionists marched doggedly …

“ Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles ” by Sally Wen Mao In Lijiang, the sign outside your hostel …

“ The Road from Biloxi ” by Khaled Mattawa Qader blew at a cigarette, stuck his head …

“ Travel ” by Edna St. Vincent Millay The railroad track is miles away …

“ Window Seat: Providence to New York City ” by Jacqueline Osherow My sixteenth …

“ Window ” by Carl Sandburg Night from a railroad car window …

“ Crostatas ” by Charlie Smith in rome I got down among the weeds and tiny perfumed …

“ Travel ” by Robert Louis Stevenson I should like to rise and go …

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Death, Be Not Proud: The Graves of Poets

Take a trip across the United States—with some trips abroad as well—and visit the resting places of several renowned poets with this listing of the graves of poets. Then visit the following poetry landmarks—from Langston Hughes’s hometown to the White Horse Tavern—across the United States.

The Poetry Walk in Berkeley, CA

The City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, CA

The Poet Homes of Key West, FL

The Green Mill Cocktail Lounge in Chicago, IL

Langston Hughes’s Hometown of Lawrence, KS

Robert Penn Warren Birthplace Museum in Guthrie, KY

McLean Hospital in Belmont, MA

The George Edward Woodberry Poetry Room in Cambridge, MA

The Search for Anne Bradstreet in Essex County, MA

Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Hometown of Camden, ME

Robert Hayden’s Bus Route in Ann Arbor, MI

The Dixon Bar in Dixon, MT

George Moses Horton’s Hometown in Chatham County, NC

William Carlos Williams’ Hometown of Rutherford, NJ

The Brooklyn Bridge in Brooklyn, NY

The White Horse Tavern in New York, NY

The California Gulch Trail in La Grande, OR

James Wright’s Hometown of Martins Ferry, OH

The Marianne Moore Collection at the Rosenbach Museum & Library in Philadelphia, PA

Poets Via Post

Check out these summer postcards from poets across the U.S.

Robin Becker; postmarked July 2011, New Hampshire

Brenda Hillman; postmarked July 2011, California

Dana Levin; postmarked July 2011, New Mexico

Sharon Olds; postmarked July 2011, New Hampshire

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Walt Whitman’s Printing House Square in New York City

Walt Whitman’s SoHo Historic District in New York City

Edgar Allan Poe’s Publishers Row in New York City

Herman Melville’s Downtown New York City

Langston Hughes’s Harlem of 1926

The Wallace Stevens Walk in Connecticut

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Within the depths of every adventurous spirit lies a yearning for exploration, a longing to traverse the far reaches of the Earth, and a desire to witness the wonders that lie beyond our familiar horizons.

The world is a tapestry of enchanting landscapes, vibrant cultures, and hidden treasures, inviting us to venture forth and embrace its splendor.

Through the evocative power of poetry, let us embark on a journey of inspiration and discovery , as these poems transport us to distant lands, stoke the flames of wanderlust, and awaken the traveler within. So pack your bags, open your heart to the allure of the unknown, and let these verses guide you to see the world with new eyes. Welcome to poems about travel to inspire your traveler’s soul.

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• 1. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
• 2. Against the Shore by Atticus
• 3. The Opportune Moment by Sheenagh Pugh
• 4. A Prayer for Travelers by Anon
• 5. Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
• 6. Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay
• 7. On the World by Francis Quarles
• 8. Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros
• 9. If Once You Have Slept on an Island by Rachel Field
• 10. The Moment by Margaret Atwood
• 11. Freedom by Olive Runner
• 12. Poem About Travel by Drewniverses
• 13. Traveling by Nayyirah Waheed
• 14. P.S. I Love You by H. Jackson Brown
• 15. For the Traveler by John O’Donohue
• 16. Why Do I Travel? Author Unknown
• 17. Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson
• 18. Night Traveler by Deepa Thomas

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost  / Poems About Travel 

Against the Shore by Atticus

against the shore,

restless like

for any adventure,

that blew along her way

Against the Shore by Atticus / Poems About Travel

The Opportune Moment by Sheenagh Pugh

When you go ashore in that town,

take neither a camera nor a notebook.

However many photographs you upload

of that street, the smell of almond paste

will be missing; the harbour will not sound

of wind slapping on chains. You will read

notes like “Sami church”, later, and know

you saw nothing, never put it where

you could find it again, were never

really there. When you go ashore

in the small port with the rusty trawlers,

there will be fur hawkers who all look

like Genghis Khan on a market stall,

crumbling pavements, roses frozen in bud,

an altar with wool hangings, vessels

like canal ware, a Madonna

with a Russian doll face. When you go

ashore, take nothing but the knowledge

that where you are, you never will be again.

The Opportune Moment by Sheenagh Pugh /  Poems About Travel Journeys

A Prayer for Travelers by Anon

May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face;

The rains fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

A Prayer for Travelers by Anon / Travel Poetry 

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path before me leading me wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,

Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,

Strong and content I travel the open road.

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman / Poems About Traveling Through Life

Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,

Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day

But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by,

Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,

But I see its cinders red on the sky,

And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,

And better friends I’ll not be knowing;

Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,

No matter where it’s going.

Travel by Edna St. Vincent Millay / Poems About Travel

On the World by Francis Quarles

The world’s an inn; and I her guest.

I eat; I drink; I take my rest.

My hostess, nature, does deny me

Nothing, wherewith she can supply me;

Where, having stayed a while, I pay

Her lavish bills, and go my way.

On the World by Francis Quarles / Poems About Traveling the World

Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros

He who becomes the slave of habit,

who follows the same routes every day,

who never changes pace,

who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,

who does not speak and does not experience,

dies slowly.

He or she who shuns passion,

who prefers black on white,

dotting ones i’s rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,

that turn a yawn into a smile,

that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,

He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,

who is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,

to thus follow a dream,

those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,

die slowly.

He who does not travel, who does not read,

who does not listen to music,

who does not find grace in himself,

she who does not find grace in herself,

He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,

who does not allow himself to be helped,

who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,

He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesn’t know, he or she who doesn’t reply when they are asked something they do know,

Let’s try and avoid death in small doses,

reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead

to the attainment of a splendid happiness

Die Slowly by Martha Medeiros / Poems About Why You Need to Travel 

If Once You Have Slept on an Island by Rachel Field

If once you have slept on an island

You’ll never be quite the same;

You may look as you looked the day before

And go by the same old name,

You may bustle about in street and shop;

You may sit at home and sew,

But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls

Wherever your feet may go.

You may chat with the neighbors of this and that

And close to your fire keep,

But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell

And tides beat through your sleep.

Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how

Such change upon you came,

But – once you have slept on an island

You’ll never be quite the same!

If Once You Have Slept on an Island by Rachel Field / Poems About Travel And How It Changes Us

The Moment by Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years

of hard work and a long voyage

you stand in the centre of your room,

house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,

knowing at last how you got there,

and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose

their soft arms from around you,

the birds take back their language,

the cliffs fissure and collapse,

the air moves back from you like a wave

and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.

You were a visitor, time after time

climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.

We never belonged to you.

You never found us.

It was always the other way round.

The Moment by Margaret Atwood / Famous Travel Poems

Freedom by Olive Runner

Give me the long, straight road before me,

A clear, cold day with a nipping air,

Tall, bare trees to run on beside me,

A heart that is light and free from care.

Then let me go! – I care not whither

My feet may lead, for my spirit shall be

Free as the brook that flows to the river,

Free as the river that flows to the sea.

Freedom by Olive Runner / Poems About Travel

Poem About Travel by Drewniverses

You are not a tree. You are not bound

to the ground you walk on. You have

wings and dreams and a heart full of

wonder. So pick up your feet and go.

Spread kindness like a wildflower

wherever you go. Fall in love with the

life you live, and always leave people

better than you found them.

Poem About Travel by Drewniverses / Poems About Travel

Traveling by Nayyirah Waheed

be insecure

allow yourself lowness.

know that it is

the way to who you are.

Traveling by Nayyirah Waheed / Poems About Travel and Adventure

P.S. I Love You by H. Jackson Brown

Twenty years from now

You’ll be more disappointed

By the things you didn’t do

Than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails.

P.S. I Love You by H. Jackson Brown / Poems About Travel Why You Need to Travel the World

For the Traveler by John O’Donohue

Every time you leave home,

Another road takes you

Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.

New places that have never seen you

Will startle a little at your entry.

Old places that know you well

Will pretend nothing

Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself

Alone in a different way,

More attentive now

To the self you bring along,

Your more subtle eye watching

You abroad; and how what meets you

Touches that part of the heart

That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune

To the timbre in some voice,

Opening in conversation

You want to take in

To where your longing

Has pressed hard enough

Inward, on some unsaid dark,

To create a crystal of insight

You could not have known

To illuminate

When you travel,

A new silence

Goes with you,

And if you listen,

You will hear

What your heart would

Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:

Make sure, before you go,

To take the time

To bless your going forth,

To free your heart of ballast

So that the compass of your soul

Might direct you toward

The territories of spirit

Where you will discover

More of your hidden life,

And the urgencies

That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,

Gathered wisely into your inner ground;

That you may not waste the invitations

Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,

And live your time away to its fullest;

Return home more enriched, and free

To balance the gift of days which call you.

For the Traveler by John O’Donohue / Poems About Travel and How It Changes Us

Why Do I Travel? Author Unknown

It is on the road that my inner voice speaks the loudest and my heart beats the strongest.

It is on the road that I take extra pride in my wooly hair, full features and lineage.

It is on the road that I develop extra senses and the hairs on my arms stand up and say “Sana, don’t go there”, and I listen.

It’s when I safety pin my money to my underclothes and count it a million times before I go to sleep,

It is on the road that I am a poet, an ambassador, a dancer, medicine woman, an angel and even a genius.

It’s on the road that I am fearless and unstoppable and if necessary ball up my fist and fight back.

It is on the road that I talk to my deceased parents and they speak back

It’s on the road that I reprimand myself, and set new goals, refuel, stop and begin again.

It is on the road that I experience what freedom truly is.

It is my travel that has transformed me making me a citizen of the world. When my humanness, compassion and affection are raised to a new level and I share unconditionally.

Why Do I Travel? Author Unknown / Poems About Travel

Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson

I should like to rise and go

Where the golden apples grow;—

Where below another sky

Parrot islands anchored lie,

And, watched by cockatoos and goats,

Lonely Crusoes building boats;—

Where in sunshine reaching out

Eastern cities, miles about,

Are with mosque and minaret

Among sandy gardens set,

And the rich goods from near and far

Hang for sale in the bazaar,—

Where the Great Wall round China goes,

And on one side the desert blows,

And with bell and voice and drum

Cities on the other hum;—

Where are forests, hot as fire,

Wide as England, tall as a spire,

Full of apes and cocoa-nuts

And the negro hunters’ huts;—

Where the knotty crocodile

Lies and blinks in the Nile,

And the red flamingo flies

Hunting fish before his eyes;—

Where in jungles, near and far,

Man-devouring tigers are,

Lying close and giving ear

Lest the hunt be drawing near,

Or a comer-by be seen

Swinging in a palanquin;—

Where among the desert sands

Some deserted city stands,

All its children, sweep and prince,

Grown to manhood ages since,

Not a foot in street or house,

Not a stir of child or mouse,

And when kindly falls the night,

In all the town no spark of light.

There I’ll come when I’m a man

With a camel caravan;

Light a fire in the gloom

Of some dusty dining-room;

See the pictures on the walls,

Heroes, fights and festivals;

And in a corner find the toys

Of the old Egyptian boys.

Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson / Poems About Travel

Night Traveler by Deepa Thomas

I am a night traveler

Travel all through the night

And my bed is a sailing boat

I reach for my bed every night

And take a trip places far away

To see new things and people

I travel past the harbors

Full of anchored boats

I travel past the beaches

With swaying coconut trees

I watch the waves

Embracing the shore

I watch the kids playing

And reach out my arms

Then I touch my own bed

Here comes a flash

And my boat is back

And I am back in bed

My boat sails every night

And reach home with morning light

Never did it anchor once

Still traveling every day

Hoping to reach

That unknown destination

Night Travel by Deepa Thomas / Poems About Travel

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Embarking on a Poetic Journey

1. wanderlust, 2. a glimpse of serenity, 3. the road less traveled, 4. cultural encounter, 5. the endless journey, let your words take flight.

Traveling is a beautiful and transformative experience that allows us to explore the world, discover new cultures, and create lasting memories. While we often capture these moments through photographs and stories, poetry offers a unique way to express the essence of our travels. In just a few lines, short poems can encapsulate the emotions, sights, and experiences we encounter on our journey. Let's dive into the magical world of travel poetry and savor a few exquisite examples!

Wanderlust , a term that perfectly captures the insatiable desire to explore, is a common theme in travel poetry. This short poem by Langston Hughes beautifully encapsulates the yearning for adventure:

I tire of visiting places Of which I tire So I leave them For the places Of which I never tire.

In just a few lines, Hughes conveys a profound truth about the nature of travel. It is not the destinations themselves that captivate us, but rather the allure of the unknown, the unexplored, and the possibility of finding something truly extraordinary.

One of the most cherished aspects of travel is finding moments of tranquility amidst the chaos of the world. The following haiku by Matsuo Basho , a master of the form, captures the essence of a peaceful encounter with nature:

An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond— Splash! Silence again.

Through these seventeen syllables, Basho transports us to a serene setting, inviting us to reflect on the beauty and simplicity of the world around us.

Traveling often involves stepping out of our comfort zones and embracing the unfamiliar. Robert Frost's famous poem, The Road Not Taken , though not explicitly about travel, resonates deeply with those who embark on journeys of exploration:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

Frost's words serve as a reminder that our travels shape us, allowing us to grow and discover parts of ourselves we never knew existed.

One of the most enriching aspects of travel is immersing ourselves in different cultures. The following lines by Maya Angelou beautifully capture the essence of cultural encounters:

Ain't I a woman? I ask, as I take my place in this new land. My history, my voice, my rhythm They echo within me, forever to stand.

These words remind us of the power of travel to connect us with people from diverse backgrounds, fostering understanding, empathy, and appreciation for each other's unique stories.

Traveling is not just about reaching a destination; it is a journey that continues even after we return home. T.S. Eliot captures this sentiment in his famous poem, Little Gidding :

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

Eliot's words remind us that travel is a lifelong pursuit, and each journey we undertake shapes our understanding of ourselves and the world.

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The best poems on travel

Discover some of the best poems about travel including verses from thomas hardy, walt whitman and edgar allan poe..

Here, we have gathered some of the greatest poems written about the allure of travel, and the wonders that can be discovered when we venture beyond our own doorsteps. 

Discover our edit of the best poetry books.

From  The Silverado Squatters 

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveller only who is foreign. 

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)

A Prayer for Travellers 

May the road rise up to meet you. 

May the wind be always at your back.

May the sun shine warm upon your face;

The rains fall soft upon your fields. 

And until we meet again, 

May God hold you in the palm of His hand. 

On the World 

The world’s an inn; and I her guest. 

I eat; I drink; I take my rest. 

My hostess, nature, does deny me 

Nothing, wherewith she can supply me; 

Where, having stayed a while, I pay 

Her lavish bills, and go my way. 

Francis Quarles (1592–1644)

If Once You Have Slept on an Island 

If once you have slept on an island 

You’ll never be quite the same; 

You may look as you looked the day before 

And go by the same old name, 

You may bustle about in street and shop; 

You may sit at home and sew, 

But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls 

Wherever your feet may go. 

You may chat with the neighbors of this and that 

And close to your fire keep, 

But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell 

And tides beat through your sleep. 

Oh, you won’t know why, and you can’t say how 

Such change upon you came, 

But – once you have slept on an island

You’ll never be quite the same! 

Rachel Field (1894–1942)

Gaily bedight, 

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,

Had journeyed long, 

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado. 

But he grew old – 

This knight so bold – 

And o’er his heart a shadow 

Fell, as he found 

No spot of ground 

That looked like Eldorado. 

And, as his strength 

Failed him at length, 

He met a pilgrim shadow – 

‘Shadow,’ said he, 

‘Where can it be – 

This land of Eldorado?’ 

‘Over the Mountains 

Of the Moon,

 Down the Valley of the Shadow, 

Ride, boldly ride,’ 

The shade replied, 

‘If you seek for Eldorado!’ 

Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) 

I met a traveller from an antique land 

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, 

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, 

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command 

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read 

Which yet survive (stamped on these lifeless things) 

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: 

And on the pedestal these words appear: 

‘My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: 

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ 

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare 

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

A Strip of Blue 

I do not own an inch of land,     

But all I see is mine, – 

The orchard and the mowing fields, 

The lawns and gardens fine. 

The winds my tax-collectors are, 

They bring me tithes divine, – 

Wild scents and subtle essences, 

A tribute rare and free; 

And, more magnificent than all, 

My window keeps for me 

A glimpse of blue immensity, – 

A little strip of sea. 

Richer am I than he who owns 

Great fleets and argosies; 

I have a share in every ship 

Won by the inland breeze, 

To loiter on yon airy road 

Above the apple-trees, 

I freight them with my untold dreams; 

Each bears my own picked crew; 

And nobler cargoes wait for them 

Than ever India knew, – 

My ships that sail into the East 

Across that outlet blue. 

Sometimes they seem like living shapes, – 

The people of the sky, – 

Guests in white raiment coming down 

From heaven, which is close by; 

I call them by familiar names, 

As one by one draws nigh,

So white, so light, so spirit-like, 

From violet mists they bloom! 

The aching wastes of the unknown 

Are half reclaimed from gloom, 

Since on life’s hospitable sea 

All souls find sailing-room. 

The ocean grows a weariness 

With nothing else in sight; 

Its east and west, its north and south, 

Spread out from morn till night; 

We miss the warm, caressing shore, 

Its brooding shade and light. 

Lucy Larcom (1824–1893)

O to sail in a ship, 

To leave this steady unendurable land, 

To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, 

the sidewalks and the houses, 

To leave you, O you solid motionless land, and 

entering a ship, 

To sail and sail and sail! 

Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

Midnight on the Great Western 

In the third-class sat the journeying boy, 

And the roof-lamp’s oily flame 

Played down on his listless form and face, 

Bewrapt past knowing to what he was going, 

Or whence he came. 

In the band of his hat the journeying boy 

Had a ticket stuck; and a string 

Around his neck bore the key of his box, 

That twinkled gleams of the lamp’s sad beams 

Like a living thing. 

What past can be yours, O journeying boy,

Towards a world unknown, 

Who calmly, as if incurious quite

 On all at stake, can undertake 

This plunge alone?

Knows your soul a sphere, O journeying boy, 

Our rude realms far above, 

Whence with spacious vision you mark and mete 

This region of sin that you find you in

 But are not of? 

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928)

Give me the long, straight road before me, 

A clear, cold day with a nipping air, 

Tall, bare trees to run on beside me, 

A heart that is light and free from care. 

Then let me go! – I care not whither 

My feet may lead, for my spirit shall be 

Free as the brook that flows to the river, 

Free as the river that flows to the sea. 

Olive Runner

Poems for Travellers

By gaby morgan.

Poems for Travellers is part of the Macmillan Collector’s Library, with an introduction from the esteemed travel writer Paul Theroux. From Walt Whitman to Christina Rossetti, this collection contains some of the finest poems ever written about travel.

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