A Solo Bike Trip: Delhi to Kanyakumari
Why is there a new hymn about the journey and not the destination? What does it take to be a traveler? What does it take to travel six thousand km on a bike? These are the few questions apart from managing funds, putting a month’s leave from office at stake, convincing your parents, and believing in yourself to accomplish a dream. So in between all this fuss, it was my time to travel from Delhi to Kanyakumari, my dream trip. With two days of planning for surviving twenty days on the bike from only here to there. With a beautiful start from the Arawalis of Rajasthan, sunset at Daman, kissing the Dudhsagar Waterfalls, riding from the Deccans, through the streets of Kerala, arriving at the Southernmost tip of India, Kanyakumari; A destination of not dreams but a journey above the dreams. Yes, it looks haphazard because the trip was too unplanned, but filled with adrenaline, with always decreasing fuel level and my pocket, but the enthusiasm was always there. It was all about the roads, my riding capacity, and my excitement to get the answers to so many questions. Now let’s not dig to the answers but the journey of finding these answers!!
Sometimes you feel the positivity, sometimes you feel the blank brightness, Sometimes you wait it to hide behind the clouds, sometimes you miss the sheer suaveness, Sometimes you need the rays, sometimes you need bright and wise, Sometimes you wait till sunset, sometimes you praise the sunrise !
Yes, I too have to think deep to nurture, To bring the same joy and vesture, I too sit to look what is forefront, To cuddle my loved ones and be their paramount!
Let’s stare in hate, let’s stare in love, Let’s stare in anger, let’s stare in verve, Let’ stare to inspire, let’s stare to respect accomplishments, Let’s look deep into eyes to forgive the foolishness!
This what we all crave for, Like when a child, to grow for, To live the life on our terms, To make the decisions either soft or firm, To wake or sleep without alarm, Watching movies all night, and eating desserts without harm To play cricket either in sun or in rain, To got to exams without thinking about the pride or shame, Loving like all day and night, In crisis to rise like a knight,
Sometime colors are vibrant, sometime the place, Sometime life is vibrant, sometime just a phase, Sometime the holidays are vibrant, sometime a break, Sometime the boulevard is vibrant, sometime a view from it’s rake.
Like these pictures, life is unusual and subtle, Some might see the dark, some might the sheen, Like these pictures, life might have a cradle, Or swing between own understanding of disliking and keen!
Some shades are vivid and intense, Some clicks are sharp and intense, Some moments are beautiful and intense, But moon is always full of sheen and intense!
Neither I can write in words about the sheen, Neither I can describe about the suaveness and it’s keen, Neither I can talk about the naiveness it reflect, Neither I can defy it’s importance and prospect. As it’s absolute glory to witness the crescent, As it shines and stand up like regent!