Poem on Bicycle

Life is a change,

Change is Life,

Survive today,survive tomorrow,

Just cant end this Strife.

One comes,the other leaves,

leaving just a memory.

Some stay,just like u,

Because ur a part of me.

I remember when I saw u first,

So slim nd sleek.

Yet so tender u felt,and stood,

So quiet,so meek...

To get ur possession wasnt easy,

As usual,my pocket had a hole.

But i needed u foremost,

So,money didn't mattered any more.

And there were u,

With me,for me,waiting for a stroll.

The moment i sat on you,and pushed,

MAN!!..we were on a roll.

Oh u were so light,

as if i was riding on air.

No effort i needed,

A gentle push was enough and fair.

My blue,black,silver steed,

a steed that made no sounds.

No hooves,no tinklets,no hinning(s),

Yet a steed u were,on mechanical grounds.

We saw a lot together,
chased around girls,raced with friends,

U gave me peace and freedom,

A perfect company u were,no need to make amends.

I tattooed u with cricketers everywhere,

Ganguly,Vettori,Waugh,Warne nd Tendulkar.

Great bowlers like Akram/Mcgrath,fielders like Jonty,

Lived and Took pride in u, NINJA dear.

Later I forgot u,left u in a corner,

To break slowly, go on rusting.

I thought I am too old for u,

what will others think of me was what i was thinking.

So i left u to rust,for stupid reasons.

Friends would have laughed at me,

seeing me ride u.Or girls wont notice any more.

a boy on a cycle,No! it just cudnt be.

At times,Tried to sell u even,

As u were becoming a burden,

U were getting heavier with dust,

A sore sight u were,a rotting piece of IRON.

I used to hit u too,

Thought i wont need u again,ever.

But see,there's a reason we never parted,

Something did kept us together.

And today i realize,what something it was,

U were always meant for me,my steed!

I never gave it a thought actually,

because today,ur again,my need.

Motorbike spoiled me,made me lazy,

Legs dont work fine.

Got cramps,lack of exercise.

I wonder, at that time, was i blind??

But see,i am lucky i still have you,
My treatment is still here.

Ur my medicine,my cure u are,

Let people laugh,i dont care.

M sorry I left u alone,

now i wont,i promise thee.

Ur my steed,my Ninja,

So what if an Atlas,not a Kawasaki.

I know u love me,though you are non living,

U cant speak it i know ,let it be.

The living ones dont care like u do,

In need,the 'living' just leaves me.

I am not old to ride u,

and just to ride u.

OLD,

I never will be.

Have faith in me,i have in you ,

this time i wont turn blind.

You are a part of me.my NINJA.

mine mine and only mine....

Written March 1, 2009