Wind running through the hair-
Dried like a shrub of the desert,
Face smitten with dust,
Fingers giving in to the breaks and clutch,
Toes paining at each gear shift,
And the series of questions bothering my mind.
I put on the helmet once again,
Wear the gloves to cover the pain,
As I ride through the chaos of my mind.
Wrist speeding up the throttle,
Gear shifted to the highest point,
I make my way through the winding roads,
Chasing the sun-
Peeking through the pine,
Meter’s hand crossing the speed of ninety-nine,
I can hear my heartbeats-
Throbbing like a child,
A drop of tear falling from the eyes,
The adrenaline rushing through my veins,
The bike vibrating with the uncertainty ahead,
Until the body gives up to the pain,
I experience utmost calm,
As I rise above the fear unharmed,
And take a road to FREEDOM!