Thursday, April 19, 2012

'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 

2 comments:

  1. Beautifully composed...I copy "I understand life better as I ride on the two-wheels
    " :)

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  2. Wow! Not much of a one for poetry but this was enjoyable

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