Wednesday, February 23, 2005

The best way to relax

Moving towards the darkness
a flight into the unknown
swiftly crossing all fences
i was all alone.

My feet not touching the ground
but no, i wasnt flying
by the gravity, i was bound
though my thoughts were defying

The cool scent of the air
could take you to heaven
and the wind through the hair
would put you on cloud eleven

I was moving at great speed
without exerting a muscle
I was on a high, indeed
riding on the bicycle

Thanks to the great sage Vasishta for lending his cycle and inspiring this poem...:D