Sep 11, 2010

Stronger by the mile



 

motorcycle-on-the-open-road

 

Miles run behind me, my path is ablaze,

They break me, my speed; your memories, your face.

Hours on the road alone, not a moment of solitude,

Seeking to bind shattered pieces of fortitude.

 

With every surge, machine and heart compete,

Faster with each turn, run rivers of concrete,

Greenery whizzes past, I cannot a thought spare,

Lest nature catch up, showering pretentious care.

 

Two friends share my burden, the road and my steed,

Echoes of warnings and wisdom I never did heed,

They stand by me quiet now, not a word all this while,

Growing silent and wiser, with every passing mile.

 

I run out of misery, but the road never ends,

Complete in support, till time made amends,

Resolute in spirit now, pain does not show,

Mile after mile, wisdom and strength grow.

 



9 comments:

Shirley said...

Well composed, as usual!

Adam said...

thanks Shirley.. :)

piyu said...

Nice ! Long drives are happening quite frequently, eh ?:)

Unknown said...

betta n u :), nice

Adam said...

@piyu: seeking inspiration u see.. :P

@paali: yep, same old betta n me.. :)

Blunt Edges said...

A poem by a bike!
See even bikes have started writing poems and I still haven't managed to pen one!

Adam said...

dude.. it's a bike rider's view.. His steed is his bike.. :)
So take solace..

OrION said...

Nice poem... and nice pix to go with it... Great going...:)

Adam said...

thanks OrION.. Welcome to Lyrical Melancholy.. :)