Right now...Right here

If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space !
                                                                                                 - Anonymous

la fiamma dentro

It is about the fire which has been ignited.
About power which leads me, about the knowledge which sets me free,
The radiance which guides the way, the force which keeps me warm, alive.
It is about the darkness around which is being conquered by the light within.

It is la fiamma dentro…the flame within !

Hey Wanderer !

Out of the several thousand years of human existence on this planet, human beings went around a large portion of it as nomads, wandering from place to place in search of food, water and shelter. Man had begun to live in perfect harmony with nature. Survival was tough but that taught him how to fight, adapt and change. Drifting clouds, twinkling stars, morning fog, the blue sky, the deep sea and everything in between belonged to him and everything fitted into his space and he called it his home!

 

After which started a multifarious process called civilization. To call it a beginning or an end is still debatable. This course of civilization did settle down human beings to certain extend. But then old habits die hard and bad habits die even harder. Ten thousand years of civilization did leave a mark and changed lot many things. But don’t you think it is too short a time period to quit a habit flawlessly practiced and adapted in so many years? I guess that explains the reason why I have developed this unrelenting, unremitting, unstoppable fondness for this word - Wanderer. It’s just a thought, my assumption !

I ride, I breathe, I live !

   Bike becomes your identity, the highway becomes your attitude and riding becomes your destiny.                              

The Beaten One

Tortured to the core, but couldn’t tap my soul.
Shattered to the end, but couldn’t tear my spirit.
Robbed of all my colors, but couldn’t bury my grace.
Tortured, shattered, deprived, robbed yet standing tall…I am the Beaten Wall !   

Whats your story ?

Born as a bird..
Lived as a myth..
Perished as its destiny..
Returned as a miracle..
Took off as a legend..
Well, that was the flight of the Phoenix...whats your story ?

Burn, Burn, Burn...

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...

Jack Kerouac - On the Road.