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!!

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Deep Thinking

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

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!

Freedom

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,

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!

Stockholm and the Back Water…

The city of elegance and the capital of calmness,

Surrounded by the Baltic, and its holiness,

Enriched by the fika culture and surely by the students,

A typical student city and the capital for prudents,

The host of the nobel prize and the pride of Scandinavia,

The city accolades the best at city hall and even other trivia,

The beautiful city life , with forest and beach even at centre of city,

In summer, back water reflects the sun’s beauty,

In winter, the back water host the ground for skiing,

The city is sheer love as holds the butterfly feelings.

Nature at its best!

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!

I still have the freedom…

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!

My Guest

Some come and go,

Some come and stay forever,

Some just come and row,

Some stand and apart never!

Butterfly

Let me wish, to witness you,

Let me adore, the beautiful you,

Let me see the colors of you,

Let me fly just like you.