'I' bike

The entry is for'The Castrol Power1 Blogging Contest' ( www.facebook.com/CastrolBiking ) 

My childhood prayer to have wings, so that I can fly far away

And sure I did fly, when I got my own flying machine

Through the dusty village roads to the open highway

It is my time machine, a door between things known and things unknown

It moves me from daily humdrums of life to unknown adventure

My own grey day dream space where memory meets inspiration

Riding under blue sky, sun in my open mouth

I can hear the song the wind sings and see the mystery of world as unfolds

I ride not to escape but to confront my demons

I see new faces on the road, some happy, some sad and some nonchalant

Everyone has a story to tell of the magnificent worlds inside them

In those thousand faces sometimes I even encounter myself

Through the snowy mountain tracks to the elegant beach roads

Through the city potholes to lush green villages paths

I ride not for destination but for the truth that we all seek

Sometimes under the angry sun, sometimes through the moody monsoon

Sometimes through the rough winter and sometimes through pleasant autumn

Seasons come and go as wheels of my bike keep rolling and never stop

To see the morning sun when it rises from the sea or simply ride on hill curves

To drink tea at tea-shop by highway side or to cruise on the night road

When I ride every moment brings an opportunity to explore

I understand life better as I ride on the two-wheels

The front one for the future and rear one for the past

And whistling eternal freedom-song I ride happily through my life 

RAIN SONG

It’s raining after a long summer

I can hear the sweet sound of drops of water touching the ground

And smell of water-kissed-earth brings the old memory profound

It reminds me of the rainy days long ago, when I had sailed my handmade paper boats in the stream

Those keep sailing back to me crossing the gap of space and time

I can see my old self dancing in the rain, a barefooted boy on the village road

The feeling of pure joy and freedom

I can see my teenage self sitting beside the pond in front of my home

Counting the ripples in water and thinking about life and freedom

Then I have a fleeting vision of you,

Your feature appeared when raindrops touched lightning 

It was for a moment of bliss, enough to sustain a whole life

I wonder whether your hand still seeks mine when it thunders

Is it raining there and you still singing the rain song

And your smile still lending colours to rainbow

It’s raining after a long summer and I want it to stay that way