The story of an exiled man

When the time went hard, my path was trodden.
Then the soul was betrayed, and the words unspoken.
As I fell to the dungeons, my sense was dead.
There was no god, for the years I prayed.
There was no heaven, so wrong I was.
No good was done to the heart that ailed.
Then I opened my eyes the place was silent,
A lounge of the dead, where the bodies were laid.
Then I felt, the reason I was there.
Death was inevitable any way I went,
All the kings and pawns were slayed in the same hall.
Because Life is not to fail and fall,
But to rise everytime till I fade...

There's something in the malt, which grants us the privilege to express...

Elope with the nature...

The falling rains, the huge thunders.
The whistling trees and the echoing winds.
Lying in the company of a pitch black night,
Back from the lodge window,
A man by the fire,
A mug of coffee and the tales untold !

They have seen me in myriad moods,

From himalayas, to the lonely routes...
From the roads to nowhere,
To the destinations, I was always there...
In the roar of harsh rains,
I reached home without any pain...
In the days of my boy-lore,

When the adrenaline rushed from the core...

In those speed battles with my friends,

Or those wheelies and other trends...

Those wheels have been there,

For the lifetime I spared...

When those near to heart betrayed,

Lone roads and long rides were my trade...

Thanks for the times and rides,

Time to sail for another million tides...

On a lone wild road I am,

On a submerged, trembling shore I am...

In bits n pieces with almighty's grace I am,

Sins for charity is the work I am...

A fading rainbow on the zenith I am,

A wounded soldier in the war I am...

A tale of an incomplete quest I am,

A voice of words never heard I am...