Friday evenings
Unearth hidden yearnings
Early on a Saturday morning
Out of our working Room
We went VROOOOM …
Wind on our face ...
Going at Full pace
Yet not at race ....
The Gushing winds ...
The Emptying Minds …
The piercing rain drops …
The wandering clouds …
The Moody Mountains …
The dancing flowers …
The unending roads …
Many passed us …
We passed many …
A few gave delight ,
Some brought blight ,
The more we feel light,
Everything is alright
Riding on sand
Is like a surprise
from a magician’s wand
Pits and Humps
Led to Witty Jumps
Slippery Roads
Test our Jittery Minds
From monotonous we escape
though the changing landscapes …
Partner is a
A dad at heart ....
A friend at soul ....
A mirror that's sharp ....
Our Journeys are different
yet ride is same ....
Are not measured how we sped ....
But by the way heart and mouth bled ...
With love and laughter ...
Conversations were from heart
Sometimes hard ..
Not just heard but listened ..
All rides are not fast and furious
When mind is clear and conscious ....
We ride the bike …
The Soul rides the body …
Journeys do end
Experiences don’t
The Ride is a Small Life
Life a Long ride
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