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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Comments

Fluid Verve » Blog Archive » Lady’s First
Posted on 18th May, 2008

[...] of all subsequent travels which I am now itching to do. As a reverence to this belief I wrote this piece on the day I returned to Delhi, while I was still exhausted and spellbound by the outstanding [...]

Fluid Verve » Blog Archive » Natural Instinct
Posted on 18th May, 2008

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Manish
Posted on 31st May, 2008

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

love these lines…

can connect to your comment on auto-pilot

you are brave…
you bike for a cause too…

again love this lines:

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

memories…sea of them…and it will be again and again breathed..but experience needs another breathing…which is i mean for us to be felt..nothing less can explain…

love the composition of image

Lady’s First | Fluid Verve
Posted on 15th July, 2008

[...] of all subsequent travels which I am now itching to do. As a reverence to this belief I wrote this piece on the day I returned to Delhi, while I was still exhausted and spellbound by the outstanding [...]

Ankur Gupta
Posted on 8th August, 2008

Mori plains, well they are something too unique,,out of the middle in all mountains, there are the huge endless plains,,,i still feel its a dream

Priyanka
Posted on 10th August, 2008

Yep! One sweet dream

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