Journyeing around
the abstract of the landscape
the peacfullness that surrounds us
the meaning that doesn matter
the long black road..
.sometimes a dusty one…
half a decade old bike…
the vrooming sound of engine
the passing trees…
that bears the pain of human…
and birds a like…
all that leads to this
un destined journey towards a single goal…
simply a desire…
we travel on…
me n my bike…
the setting sun….
sometimes…the moon…
and a starry sky…
alongside my bike…
we drove..
we rest…
we dream together…
yet….the desire remains …
to search for……
with a blurred vision
…..
…
.
the question is
…Life it self…
or is it the answer….
(who cares….)

–Tush