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 !
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.
All settled in different tones, all colored in different souls, Yet all have their charisma, even perfect with their flaws, Just like rise, where we move ahead from the last shades, Yet those shades, have their own mates, Just like the colors of rise, which can be brighter than before, Yet might have less illustration than before!
Aachen, Germany I wish I could I say it louder than ever, I hope I can share my breath in the monsoon with you forever, Why, am I walking this path without you, When we both love the rain, then why I am without you!
Randomness also has a lot to offer, But it demands the actions unlike the confer, Simply following can lead to anywhere, Hence a road is required to come out the mere, Let the brightness provides a path for you, Unlike, that sparkle can bring the haziness for you, Be selective, be decisive and have the audacity, As the random light with a path can lead to sagacity!
Every time bring it’s own aura and the new way to smile, Currently when people are locked, these beautiful creatures are all loud for a while, When they just step outside my door, ask me to flash my camera on them, I am simply spellbound, on the poses of them, They should have all the time to feel free in this world, Also when the humans are out and above their whirled!
Yes, I still have the freedom to express myself, To flaunt my beauty and mingle around ourselves, After a longtime, we all are free, To feel our sky again, to cross the open spree, Unable to understand, why the humans are all locked, They use to craft the cage, but we see them framed, No big birds capturing my sky, All dissolved but we don’t know why, We heard someone whispering about their conditions, Till humans are murmuring many evasions, Some says the karma, some says the calamity, Whatever they did, we pray for their safety!
Let these white, bring the suaveness for me, I simply awe the scenery and its spree, Even a long travel is a short to find these realm, It’s the time to explore and cruise in helm.