Bikes are one of the most beautiful machines man has ever created. I will equate it equivalent to the beautiful creature called "Irkaan" in the movie Avatar. On a spiritual note, I feel connected to it. That we were born to ride together.
On a smooth, cloudy night, I am relaxing at my friend's apartment. The party is kinda over, and people are packing up. The inner me is maybe not satisfied enough yet. It still yearns for adventure, reminding me about the time, where it all began..... the taste of independence, and trust me its addictive. I feel that rush again, and again those usual fears run in my head. The fears about unpredictability, about events that could occur, about strange strangers that I might meet tonight, I am not sure whether I would reach. But this is not me..... Wisdom is not about sticking in the mud to be secure, at times its about letting the world in, inside the system, inside you. For me, right now, its about playing the wanderer, because thats what I had been throughout my life. Cities changed, houses changed, friends changed..... and then I met the highway. Well it took some time to communicate, but then the Highway taught me its lesson. "Its all about continuing the Journey". To face it on your Face.
I kick my beast, and it roars in an instance. Feels like even She was waiting, Its been a long time we rode together, we flew together. The romance is on since the day I first mounted her. She cried in joy when I tuned her, felt like she chose me. I stroked her in pride, sure of the fact that she stroked my ego. I wonder, If I stroked hers. But its ok, even if she has doubts, I will still win her. I ll ride her as beautifully as I can, and she would look better. Enough thoughts,..... she likes it more when I talk, rather than when I am thinking.....
We zoom, and wow, she's alive.... I ride in the darkenss looking for lights, looking for strange unknown roads that I might find. We fly, as people pass, soon I start smiling......
Feels nice, my blood is moving, moving at the same speed. It gets windy, it gets dusty.... and here he comes again.... "Hello Biker Boy, haven't seen you around", he whispers. The voice is familiar, and I Chuckle to find him again,..... "Why are you so afraid" , he asks me in a weird concern... "Dunno, but I always believed you are born for different reasons". I doubt him, I think faster for all the possible reasons and logic which could answer his wisdom. I don't find any. They look back at me and are doubtful. He senses my dillemma and answered, "that at times, a man does'nt get all the answers, the only thing he could do is keep moving, because there is only one answer, belief". And saying this, he came alive, conquered my soul, because somewhere I knew that I missed him..... My Biker Spirit.
Soon my frown dims, and I grin.... Grin for all the victorious memories which we lived together, for once again my eyes gleam, as she starts talking loud, happy and free..... and I see myself Riding, Riding Bravely....
"With the Wind in My Face, and the Dust in My Hair"....
