The Ride
Self portrait captured while cruising through Mori Plains, Ladakh
Bikes, mountains, and a drifter like me
Streams, clouds, and a molten soul
The chill of Leh was cozy and homey
Now I’ve fallen out of the dream,
Yet I managed to smuggle visions into the rocky reality
Challenge, speed, beauty and the precious silence
How I crave for yesterday’s gifts in this disjointed abstraction, a self centered expression
Do I make sense?
I don’t care to know…
Rhyme and reasoning are nothing to me.
I seemed to have broken free
Yet a fresh lure had taken over me
Flight and strings
Clouds and sweetened smoke
Intoxicating wine dampened the arid breeze and I let myself believe what seems like a beautiful lie, a stray dream.
…I allowed myself to be led into the no-man’s land
Choking for breath and brimming with bliss
Was that me sitting outside the camp watching the moony landscape?
I felt myself when the waves in the lake touched my feet
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t even think
Never knew happiness could be so numbing
Sitting on the shores of freedom
I didn’t quit gazing at temptation
Glances tied by a core of wanderlust spirits
Scared and shy, but couldn’t evade the moonrise despite the high passes and screaming wind
Swinging and swaying with the ambient music
Soaking in chilling, freeing showers
Jumping in and out of puddles
Falling on rocks was never so easy
Climbing high barriers in a pilgrimage to ecstasy
I’ve flown out of the monastery yet swimming in a sea of memories
Every time I dive in I come up with several new sea shells
I am overwhelmed by the fertility of the high altitude cold desert
Memories will keep flowing
Several times I’ll narrate the incidents
But it has been such an experience that
I would never be able to express enough
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