The Lone Rider

A some what peotic solo ride

It was an august day

The early morning ray

The mesmerising smell of hay

The birds chirping all happy and gay

It was a holiday

 

It was the perfect day for a ride

A perfect day to bring back the soul that had died

I saw you from the window of my home

Planning of all the places where I’ll be alone

 

I packed my bags and checked the maps

Chose the direction not sure about the destination

Slipped in the key and hit the ignition

 

Five hours gone

Not checking the milestone

We reached the beach

Stopped with the screech

Sound of silence telling me that I have reached

 

Realising what u had done

You took me to the place where I was finally alone

Reviews

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- ah - the joys of unknown destinations! - the power of the machine - the songs of the wind interspersed with the songs of the soul - an aching back - sore shoulders - the beautiful joy of pain - the indisputable feeling of being alive - the magic of a ride - i miss riding - so, so much - maybe i should get back on a machine - maybe - until then - i'll rediscover - and dwell in - the fascinating feeling - in your words! - one for the road - two for the destination - many, many - for just being - alone! - :) -

Great .... sound more like a song . I am sure if you add music to this m this can be sung as a rap or on a softer note fusion pop .
This is one of my most favorite themes , I am it so I never write on it , I am unable to so it feels great to read literature that speaks about it , knowing that other people also feels same .

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. am instantly reminded of the deep purple classic ... highway star ... because you rock and how ... this is a biker's anthem ... can't wait to hear it performed ... the detailing and the flow is just perfect ... this poem's like a super ride ... awesome writing ... :) ...