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.

Ring of Life

I flow seamlessly,
I flow fearlessly with a conscience as clear, as pure.

I think not about the dark past or about the bright future,

I live in the beauty of the present.

Bit broken, bit hurt, grains of sand couldn’t hide my pain,
It made me more colorful, more vibrant and alive.

Bit blurred, bit focused,
I try to read those lines but fail every time.

The Road Not Taken

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
                                
                                 — Robert Frost

 

The Destiny We Share

I hold my palm wide open, gazing at those lines wondering what my destiny is. I hold a map wide open, starring at those lines wondering where my destination is. Somehow I feel similarities between these lines on my palm and those on that map.

Both show where I am right now and where I could be. It shows how far I should dare to go and how far I can achieve even if I dare. These criss-crossing lines seem to hold back many secrets which would be revealed with time. Where will be that end, what will be that fate which I often think about. Where will be that destination, what will be that destiny which we are going to share !

Silence of a Shell

Why is she so silent, I wonder many time...

What could be the reason, I speculate all the time...

Why is she so silent, I ask her many time...

What could be the reason, I fail to think of all this time...