That's Why You Have To Say NO!

No, No and No!

I can't say No,

But when I don't say a No,

I can't see a happiness in No, No!

Sometimes you ought to say a No,

But selfless to hurt others by a No,

That others take the chance, to say me No,

Which gives me the bitterness of No!

  THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE TO SAY NO!

Realização

Hey...

Driving my bike is an all time emotion for me.

The first thing that I would like to do when I'm home is ride my beast.
              (By the way my wheel is Royal Enfield Electra)

For the previous three to four months I feel something different when I ride through one of the most frequent roads I used to ride.

It seems pretty odd, as I feel something haunts me, when I'm taking those curves.

It feels like someone stares me throughout the time until I'm crossed.

On a sudden look to my right, I saw an old man staring at me, which was quite a shock!

Once I returned home, my mind was still lost in those blazing eyes of the old chap sitting with legs folded, his face wrinkled and in despair.

I thought the whole night, 'Why had he starred at me all the time?' ,'Why did I get a haunting feel?'

 At last my mind wandered to the roots of my past, to my childhood.

Once when I was a child, I used to stare at a man who rode a beast, a Machismo in my place, and the way he took those curves.

The old man who I saw there, may have been a RIDER,
                                             and I think that's my Realization!

A Ride Into The Memories

                                                         
                                                   

I always had this dream....

Through the misty roads of  the valleys

I was riding a bike...a motorcycle...not sure what it was...

Black...No! It was more like a shade of grey

I could feel the breeze wizzling past my ears

And the mist made it look like it wasn't earth...but  heaven

It was a wonderful feeling....of passion and happiness

But each time I glanced the side-mirror...

All I could see was the fog with it's shining white blanket

But now I wasn't feeling thrilled...Not anymore...

I felt I was missing something...Didn't quite know what it was...

Until..., until today

Now I have this same beautiful dream...

The mist..., the valleys ..., the bike....

Everything's same... Except...

That part where I looked the side mirror...

It wasn't the white shades...nor the greenish valley

It was something  much more beautiful...

Something that made me skip a beat...

It was.......

You...

And I knew what I missed....

That beautiful feeling... That feeling called Love.