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!!
In the loud world, sometimes mirror speaks the most, It reflects sometimes hazy yet true to the host, Behind the shimmer, behind the glare, You are subtle and aware!
Some instances pictures differently, Some memories affects seldomly, Some thoughts affects deeply, Some moments you react strangely, Sometime you love ineffectively, But some day you must try to live happily.
I never imagined that I will be in love with summer, The smiling faces just like the bright sun of summer, The beautiful bright day to sassy evening, The holiday time, with friends and cheering, The excitement is in the air right now, I can feel the zest of life now,
Lappis Beach, Stockholm Why I wish for the people around me, Why I wish for the light to enlighten me, Why I need the glare to sparkle my soul, Why I need hands after my fall, Why I think about the future, Why I feel the pain of nurture, Why I just wish for the time to run, Why I don’t cross the clouds and fetch the sun, Why I am in love with night, Why I am looking always away from the sight, Why I am not in a state right now, Why I try to run from myself now, Might be, I know the reasons of my thoughts, Might be, I am afraid to accept the noughts.
Unlike the fall, when you wait for the rise, When you sit beside, to wait for the sunrise, Around the beach, around the friends, around some music, You wait to feel the calmness and hymn for the sync, When you just think too deep, too sharp to feel that glory, At times, when you wait for a shine in your story, When you wait, watch and feel the breeze, While around the bonfire but still in a state of freeze, Still you awe the beauty around you, Cause at times you love the serenity around you!!
I too stand near the brink, Not just to witness the rise and sink, I too stand close at dawn, Not just to sigh and moan, I too stand near the depth, Too just verge out the wrath.
Goa, India Let me set to all lights, Let me live at all sights, Let me head to new fun, Let me lead the new run, Let the new water, take away my dilemma, Let the dying sun, bring new prima.
Stockholm, Sweden Rejuvenated from the cradle to end, Past time beckoned the sizzle to bend. Lived the time, lived in echo, Bowed to lead and lead to bow.