Now Here to No Where

Beyond words I do not speak,
Beyond words is what I seek.
Lost I am as much I wander,
With sky above & road under-
Going miles on my thunder.
Those two wheels I ride,     
my love - it can not hide.    
At loss of words such I am,
Mind is like a puzzle game.
I found myself as I always do,
Lost, wandering without clue.
Hope kept me going on and on,
fabric of reality, all but gone.
Madness in me always there
From now here to No where.

Close call

'People' I really don't understand them. 

As I came out of the turn, my eyes hung up on the bunch of people trying to cross the road.  They were going about their business quite peacefully, totally unaware of what approachs them. For me it was like a wall of people in front of me. At this speed crashing into them did not seem to be a good idea, specially when i was on my bike totally exposed to the elements. At times like this I think of driving around in a tank or may be a hummer. But the idea of the tank amuses me more. Reminds me of the bond movie. Oddly cant seem to remember the name. Could have been 'Golden Eye' or 'Tomorrow never dies'.  Ok doesn't matter, so coming back to the topic. So I just came out of a curve on to the straight with considerable high speed to find myself heading towards a wall of people walking across the road. In split one second my finger jammed on the horn switch. Released the throttle and started applying breaks. Though I was not sure if the distance which remained was enough. I just reacted out of pure reflex. I have got one of those horn which makes really loud noise and that was enough to get attention. The very next moment I see wall burst into many people running for their life. It was such a spontenous reaction. I could see them running. I could see they were just running without any direction. They did not care about where they were going. They just wanted to get out of the way. I got so engrossed in all this that I failed to notice the old man dead center in my line. I was going straight for him. My heart sank. This old man is going to die today and is going to take me along with him. I prepared for the worst and held on for dear life. There are some people in whom the spirit of survival is quite strong. At time people just get lucky. I am not sure if it was him or me who got the gift of life. But it was releaving to see the old mane leaping out of the way just as I passed him. In the same split secong reaction I revved up and split from the scene wihout looking back. Only only thought in mind. How close was that?  "sign"

Escape

Escape is not just a word. It is the word everywhere i see. Everyone just wants to escape. Why is it so necessary now a days to escape. I am trying to escape from myself. This soul of me wants to break this cage of a body and escape in to oblivion.

I just want to take the bike out and keep riding as long as I can. No job, no friends, no family, no conditions, no plan.. Just the machine, myself, some essentials and the roads or the lack of them. And I want a lifetime to do all of this.

Marriage?  I will get married in the next life. I will make it perfect. But with this one I have I should just take off. When and where does not matter. Its only the how which keeps me tied down. Make me think of all that fuel which I will need. How?  All the money I will need. How?
How the hell am I going to afford all that. In my currrent state all I can think of is to work my ass off untill I have saved enough to take off.

One fine day I am going to Escape!!

Stranger than fiction - meeting you by chance

 Here I am trying to put down my thoughts about you. It’s the transformation of your image in my view, over a short period of time. It has hardly been couple of weeks that I have known you over the internet.  Internet is quite an unreal explosion of information. It’s not fair to say that I know you. The journey has just begun. But from whatever I have known about you, I can say that you remind me of ‘PO’

Now there is neither a connection between you and ‘PO’ nor a resemblance. You are a young, elegant & beautiful girl, while ‘PO’ is an animated character from the Kung-fu panda. ‘PO’ is symbolic for innocence, strength and outright awesomeness and a lot more which I am missing out on putting down here. But I am sure, by now you get the idea of what I am trying to say. 

I noticed you when your profile flashed in the “People You May Know” section of Facebook. I decided to give a cursory look. To be honest I had passed you off as just another attention whore over the internet. Putting up their pictures for the world to see, getting a kick out of the frenzy created by people trying to grab their attention.  I consider them to be normal over the internet. As it is always the pretty pictures to be seen in such profiles, I began exploring. The pictures were surely attention grabbing, but they wouldn't have led me to this point when I am writing about you. What grabbed my attention was the way some of these pictures were telling a story.

There is a wannabe storyteller in me which was intrigued by you and wanted to get to know you.  I began my search over the internet and happen to find you across multiple social networking platforms. The best was to find you on blog spot and read your post. Twitching Palms took me back to the time when I had started, reminded me of how enthusiastic I was at the beginning. The brief interaction I had with you has changed my opinion about you. I was so wrong at the beginning.  Hope with the due course of time I get to know you rather than know about you and someday get to tell your story.

There is this world of dreams where we venture in, to escape.  And there is this reality called life. I would like to thank you for compelling me to write and bring me back to the world of dreams. I wish you to continue writing the way you are and wish you keep inspiring me. In-between I hope this life does not destroy the dream.

Signing off for now.