High Deluge

All it takes to be...

A dull Friday morning after the exams... Lethargic start, felling sleepy whole day.

Bored, bored, boring.... It simply nt feeling well to go through the novels any more. What's to be done? The mind ponders...

The legend comes out of the den. A great weather outside, a weather which does not let one to get back to the inside periphery of the secure shelter. The mind wants to fly.

So, the freerider wants to ride on the bike and sail away to a distance, to a world of the unknown.

The team gears up in a journey towards Delhi, the city of monuments in the winds of changing season after the darkness plunged back onto earth.

Avoiding many obstructions and a lot of misunderstandings, finally we all reach our destination - Paid our awe of veneration to the epitaph of martyrs; that's India Gate.

Chilling cold breeze, hungry stomach and havoc of traffic mess in the wee hours of the morning kept the spirit alive for the night long adventure.

That's not all, returning back we had delicious Paranthas at Pehlwan's and Vishal's. Yummy, the trips should always end like this...

ShacklED

Gosh came the wind
Shivering cool blows
The tent in the grip
Of sudden standstorm
Advancing to the lavatories
With shaken legs
Put eyes on the mirror
A hush of smoke is seen

Is it me or mah soul -
Or just an illusion?
Rubbing the eyes again
Tried to clean the glass
With both hands
There's no fog either
The portrait remains same
So it's beyond illusion
It's nothing but reality

Tried to look at the reflection
and thus prove it's not mine
But how, then whom
Am I supernatural
Laughing out at own thoughts
I started talking staring at mirror
The more I talk, the smoke rekindles
Hard punch on the mirror
And the pain starts...
Awakening me from my dreams

What a Nightmare !