Biker’s song: Nameless Pleasure 1

Biker’s song: Nameless Pleasure 1

I love

the wind’s roar in my ears,

the sting of its lash on my face,

as I hurtle down the highway.

From the tiny bits of rubber,

that grab and scrabble

 with the tarmac and win,

the flickering needle on the tachometer,

the inanimate hunk of throbbing metal,

and me,

I am one.

The exhausts beat a transient tattoo

on the walls of silence.

A whiff of scorched rubber,

 a thinning trail of smoke,

Proclaim, even though for a moment,

I was here.

Biker's Song: Nameless Pleasure 2

Biker's  Song: Nameless Pleasure 2

My inherent liking for unstable equilibrium,

Where you cannot take status quo for granted,

The titillation of flirting

With the immutable laws of physics,

Specially on mountain roads

Where bleed the speed, brake, downshift, take the turn

Build up speed, up-shift become a litany for the limbs,

Where the mind is a coordinator, focused and

Concentrating its powers on a point

Twenty odd metres ahead.

Eyes remain focused/unfocussed;

Ears revel in the comfortable chawanni-athhanni in my pocket

  cadence of the valve-train,

Overlaying a sewing machine buzz,

offset by the bass burble of the exhaust on engine braking

and banshee scream on acceleration

a divine orchestra!

You exist in a flow, moment by moment,

Conscious of nothing but that moment.

Surely beats meditation!

Caveat: Biker’s Song

Flirting with the immutable laws of physics

Is fine till it lasts.

Daring Newton often, Bernoulli sometimes is OK, but

Law of averages has the tendency of catching up!