Royal Enfield classic 500

She takes me

on a ride.

I fall for her

every time I close

my eyes.

She is Inside me,

conquering my

senses.

While I am all

set to conquer

the world.

its time

When we listen,

when we seek,

we want to be.

The way they

don't want us to be.

defenseless

Its calling again,

the voice to which

I stopped paying heed.

Daring me to ignore it,

mocking, teasing,

winning. All the Time!

For Eternity!!

I know it is she,

With who I want to be.

She is the one

I have been looking for so long.

When she talks,

I don’t want her to stop.

And when she listens,

I can’t stop.

She makes me proud

To be what I am.

She is the reason

Why I still live.

I love her so much

I am not scared.

I have let go

And so has she.

Slipstream Ent - For the guys!

Sound of the ocean

Innocence in a laugh

The feel of the breeze

and emotion of music.

take you higher

than the deepest ocean.

Gets you cold

as fire can be.

Makes you cry

like a happy lunatic.

Soothing, calming, disturbing

It makes you leave,

the straitjacket.

Now To Death

Life is too short

To love or to fight.

Just do your bit

And leave.

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.

Growing Up

Okie… I was damn scared today…  until now, I was so complacent when it came to my family… used to think that I dint need them or stuff like that….  And so many times I have thought it would have been so awesome if I had an older brother so that I can just be me and not think about responsibilities  …  today it hit me so hard….  When I was reading the admission procedures and stuff and then I had to sign and put the relation as son.. I realized that I really have never been one …

The instrument of MY freedom

I stare at the instrument of MY freedom… a sheer beauty on two wheels… chrome everywhere…  I close my eyes… I see myself flying… faster than a plane ... black clouds beneath me… whizzing at the speed of thought…. I feel the wind in my hair… I feel my face melting... I am blind...   rushing towards my destiny......towards the one place where ill be glad to be in… I think of all the ppl who care abt me..and I pity them, for they pass like a flash.. Faster than I thought they would… I think of all things I could have done… and I shed a quiet tear... To think of what I could have done.. I touch the empty space in front of me.. as I am hurtling towards space.. And I feel a sharp pain through my consciousness... I am surprised... I thought I was numb... I know I am numb… I scream…  a scream of happiness…  happiness from bein away from all the things that try to bind me… relationships.. friends… faith… desires… thoughts… and they cant touch me… no one can.. I am invincible… I always was… only they never knew… I would prolly have thought why… why does it bother them… why would it bother anyone?!  And then I know!! They don’t have anything to do…. do I have anything to do?? Did I have anything to do? Yes! I wanted to live! And I wanted to live my life! Not one dictated by rules made for others.. by others…. I wanted to be myself!  Why cant everyone just be themselves? If they were, they wudn care abt me..  they wudn care abt  anyone else… they wud live.. and they wud not just exist!

I cud have never survived! I feel alive now.. when I am running.. I can feel sumthin again! And this time, it brings me happiness… for I can feel the warmth in the cold droplets of water falling over me… it doesn make any difference.. I am blind… yet I have never had a clearer vision..  I see my friend.. Struggling… struggling to accept his gift.. a gift -  his life..  which probably brought happiness. to many people.. made him miserable.. if it ws a gift… shouldn he be happy? if its  a gift,  shouldn he have the right to refuse it.. can he return it back if its not the exact configuration he wanted…? oh he doesn have to… he goes to ppl to modify it.. he gets it .. and he wants an other thing..  its worse than a treadmill…

I also see a flower.. it blooms.. it lives.. it fades away.. I want to fade away.. but I havent lived… I don want to fade away without living..  and I knw wat it is… to live.. I tell ppl abt it all the time…

it all comes back to me in a rush… I know this will end.. when I open my eyes.. I don want to end.. I feel safe.. I want it to end.. ill feel safer.. I open them.. and the clarity disappears.. I am blinder than ever before.. all I see is sum sham.. I want it all back.. I want EVERYTHIN!!

I stare at the instrument of my freedom… a sheer beauty on two wheels… chrome everywhere…  I take the plunge… … I see myself flying… faster than a plane ... black clouds beneath me… whizzing at the speed of thought…. I feel the wind in my hair… I feel my face melting... I am blind...   rushing towards my destiny......towards the one place where ill be glad to be in… I see the end.. and I have never felt so alive!! I have done what I wanted to! I am alive! I can feel it.. it’s the elixer of life.. I plunge toward my destiny.. and ill live forever..

lol.. okie. this last one is totally random....

he sits on the chair, staring at his screen,
Wishing that the hours would give up
Their hold over him, so that
he can run like the wind,
Chase his dreams and listen to his heart.

The Quest

He walks and he walks…
Looking into people’s eyes,
Searching their souls, not knowing for what
And it refuses to go, The hollow
which he seeks to fill.

He walks and he walks…
Into the clouds, in no man’s land,
He is alone, he is not lonely,
For he has found the path
In his quest for destiny.

He smiles when he sleeps,
His fists unclenched, his sword
Sheathed. the rays of the moon
Keeps him warm and the stone his pillow,
And he dreams his dream, of immortality.

Bathed in the sunlight, he knows
That the time has come. He has to go,
To fulfill his destiny. The sword bared,
The shield thrown behind, he plunges
Headlong into the sea of pricks.

Here's why you can't find Him

he don’t want you to know,
he don’t want to be seen,
comfortable, hidden in his own world, and
yet searching, for the same people you seek.

IF

A poem that I have had on my bedroom door since I was 12


[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling