The Ride

The obsession of freedom drove me away from all

I have nothing to cling on

The freedom I longed for bared my soul

I have nothing to offer nor anything to hold on to

No safety you demand for

Just the freedom to my will

That's all I have.

Gone Wild!!

I am a sinner, not so popular,

A sinner who tries living multiple lives,

Never owned a moral compass that defined self or,

A fixed personality to adhere.

An inner indecisiveness always rules

To be all, an identity I try to hold,

Push me into trouble.

Was that me? Who else can I be,

Or am I the rider gone wild who has nothing to gain, nothing to lose,

Nothing except to glorify every experience as a piece of art.

Innocence of Mountains!

Tall, majestically it stands, nothing to dither its path;

Home to many unknown, lavish trees, crystal clear spring,

Adds to its magnificence.

Untouched is its innocence, like a child playful, like a thunder powerful.

Let's not inject it with the pretense we adhere to.

Let the mountains be innocent.

Let the souls it nurture be its ally.

Let's not help them with our wants

Let the mountains be innocent.