Sigh...

Bikes, rum and the road,

you keep going, you don’t stop.

and just when you think

you are done, another beckons.

you stop, you stare,

you fight the urge to carry on.

you come back and sigh,

coz the wanderlust has got you.

Random

She's coming in here
So slow, a shiver down
your spine. Haunting eyes,
nubile steps Deadly smile.

She takes you down the road,
So beautiful, so peaceful.
You never knew when you slept
Hidden in her bosom,
Never to wake up again.

You think you are down…
And the world is against you
And then she holds your hand
And takes you down a song
And the sun shines again.

DisJointed

Piercing pain is all I want,
Reckless abandon is what I am.
Sand in my open eyes, I see the light,
As the cold runs down my spine.
I am alive, like I never was.

This is where we part our ways,
Beautiful stranger.
We had our share of good times
It’s now time for goodbye.
Mope not, for crying out loud.
We may never meet again
Good riddance.

You are not awesome
Not even close to being good.
So stop bullshitting yourself
coz it ain't gonna make a
million bucks. So shut up,
wake up, and go back
to your boring staid job.

I don't care what you say
So shut up.
I don't care what you do
So get lost.
I don't want you to console me
I am not broken, yet.
Just leave me alone,
And that's all you can do.

For Jo

Judge me, for I don’t care

What you think.

Hit me, as hard as you can for

I am not a coward.

And kiss my shoes,

Coz I aint gonna bite the dust.

Why we travel.

Not to explore places, but to explore ourselves.

To find new destinations and to give

Meaning to our life.

To search, seek, question and discover

The answer to the eternal question.

Why.Am.I.Here!

Being Broke!!!

There is something about being broke that never fails to amaze me. When you don’t have money, you are so normal. Brands don’t matter, neither does taste. Its all about survival and that’s what life is all about. Food and Travel!

You never know when and where your next meal comes from. You don’t care about where you crash or what you wear.

All that really matters is what you do, and who you are won’t get you anywhere.

So, what is more important?

     What you do

        Or

     Who you are

Sometimes I wish that....

Time would stand still…..

So that I could hold on to some fleeting

moments of life and love.

People would disappear…

So that I can be myself and learn

to be me when they are around.

The world would come to an end…

So that we can start afresh

And not bother about the dark past.

We could live and let live…

And trust others to take care of themselves

and them, us.

Here I come!!!

The hours have disappeared coz the days has began,

When you run in the sand, the salt in your hair,

When you go to sleep In the mornings and

The nights are yours to live and live up.