The Road & The Biker

A FOOT and light-hearted I take to the open Road! Healthy and free is the world before me! The long black, tarred or muddy, smooth or broken path before me, leading wherever I choose! Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I am good-fortune. Neither do I whimper any more, postpone no more, need nothing, strong and content, I travel the open Road.

The picture is always alive, every part in its best light, the music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted. The cheerful voice of the public Road—the fresh sentiment of the Road.

The earth—that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, and I know they suffice for those who belong to them. Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, men and women—I carry them with me wherever I go. I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them. I am filled with them.

Roads. I never know how to consider the Roads. Is it my second mother or the best among all the friends I have or is it that black monk who sets me into a blissful meditation with the majestic “THUMP” of my Bullet? Frankly, I don’t know how to name it. Roads, they have seen all my emotions. 

I have often felt that a biker can imagine wider and deeper than a lover. For the lover have just versions of a single emotion. But a biker embraces the nature. He takes the rain, wind, sun, people and the traffic jam without a curse. He is sometimes a silent monk and sometimes a violent warrior. Whatever he is Road accepts him as he is. This is what makes me say that a biker can be a better poet than a lover.

I say biker. Because, a biker feels nature more than a driver who moves in a bubble faking the weather and listening to someone else’s music. Take your bike. Hit the Road. She is everywhere. Even your destiny is just a highway inn. The highway will still be there…long enough.

Accidents happen. We are mortals after all. There is one way or the other to take us out from this beautiful world. We can never run away from that.

Inhale great draughts of air. Feel that the east, the west, the north and the south are yours.

So take the bike and hit the Road. 

Happy riding…