A treat of Indian Western Coast
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!!
Mirror!
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!
Rise!
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!
Belgian Royal Museum
Arts have it owns magic and illusion, It mesmerizes the soul and the vision, It holds you with it and stops your mind, As you go deep to understand how the artist thought and kept his mind, The imaginations, the creations and the glory on the canvas, Right from the tussle of 15th century to today’s mess, From the issues of back then society to the people’s wise, All are portrayed in this paradise, Paintings speaking about the sufferings, The colors in it bringing out the shimmering, The magnum opus, the atelier, or the Midas touch, All through brush from the corners of Belgium and Dutch!
Rucksack
Some travel at this age creates lots of memories, Some iconic places have bundle of sceneries, Some experiences currently are for the lifetime, Some moments are exciting like when you wait for a chime, Sometimes you explore the place, Sometimes you explore yourself at the place, Some travel creates endless stories, Which are required to be penned in diaries, Just like experience of beautiful crowd on the sassy streets, Or witness the EU parliament like sheer streaks, Right through the canals of Amsterdam, Riding along the sassy streets on tram, Around the Grote Market of the European capital, Just beautiful like illusion or rare whimsical, The impulse of the view from the Mont des art, To the fusion of modernity and sagacity at every part!
Corner…
Life witnesses many corners, life stills at many corners, Life gets illuminate at some corners, life thrills at some corners, Life sees many faces at varying corners, Yet life goes green while running through corners!
Photogenic
More than photogenic, more than scion of nature, More than full of life, more than amazing creature, More than dancing soul, more than sassy, High in character and more than classy!
Final Station
Life is like a train, it goes from light to dark then to light, It faces the drag forces yet reaches to final site, In between there is a hell of journey, Of pride, of sacrifice, of patience and anxiety, In between you loose, you win, you face, While chirping you make memories in a race, Some beautiful, some thoughtful, some painful, But in that you have the hell of empty and full! Still life never stops before the final break (brake), As you live for yourself or a sake!
Rhine and Chime
The river vesting across the city, The bridge flowering the love around the city, The locks holding the love of everyone, Locking the beats and chiming the sun, Veiling in dawn, whistling around the dusk, Setting a tone of love and fragrance of rose and musk!
City Tour
Aachen, Germany Cities have their aura and the fragrance, It just requires the exploration out of the fence, Tour adds the experience and memorable delight, Travel heals the soul and the plight, Just need to make up your mind, Pack the bags and witness the new tides..