By Rajveer Narang
Silent in the morning Sun - It Stands ,
ironclad Spine , its Frame .
Humble knees - its Fork that bend and bow just right,
Absorbing Shocks , unseen Seams.
Chain needs oil , mind Needs calm.
Rust Creeps and Sneaks in minds , unfed.
Grease your soul , feed your flame.
life a ride .
Slips and jumps off-track - The Chain (Sometimes)
Dreams fade, we fall , Map becomes Unlegible.
Hands get worn and dirty , we fix the spin.
Reminding - we always can move.
Pedals Spin and Pound - Push , Push , Go!!
That Herculean Push ,
Atlas shouldering evey uphill Fight.
Every Stroke a Heartbeat , A Whispered Wish,
Human Might at the Core.
Saddle - the Silent Throne and Mind,
Stearing the orchestra of Bells , Breaks and More.
Charging and pausing , just when its right,
balancing Choices Day and Night.
HandeBars guide , spine stands tall.
Values steady when you stall.
wheels spin round . karma revolves.
A guide when shadows stall our sight.
Pillion Riders - They Come , They Go
like that Dawn and Night.
Echoes of laughter, silent Hellos,
In The End its us alone , One soul ,
One Path , One Final Destination.
Breaks Echo moments of silence, deep.
lessons leant at every Stop.
Crashing Hurts , Journeys bend.
Not all rides reach the end.
Chakras Spin , energy Flows,
Bear Hercules power and Atlase's Spine. For the Final Mile is Your Alone.
You ride the Stars , You Ride the divine.