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...