We all have pressure cooker whistles. Mine is my bike. And I start driving. Aimlessly. A drive I didn't plan. A ride which I don't know where leads. I just want to drive. Me, my pulsar, and the path. The deadliest combination. Cause I need to get lost. In places where I might find peace.
I don't know if I'm driving the bike, or the bike's driving me. But it doesn't matter. Unless and until I'm moving. I just need to keep moving. I need the phase of transit. It is better than reaching at a point. as that point could make you happy or sad. I just don't want to know whether I will be happy or sad. I don't want to know what pain is, or what happiness could mean.
I just want to drive. The tunnel is my favorite part of the road. It makes you feel as if you are playing road rash. I always loved to play this game. So I keep accelerating. The speed goes up and up and up. I don't want to stop. But I forget that there is no race. and I have only one lifeline, I cant just reset the game. But may be there is a race going on. A race between my heart and my mind, My mind knows what's the end result of this night, and my heart just wants to avoid this result. So it keeps telling me to race away from destination.
And when the tunnel ends, I see the beautiful sky. There are too many stars up and above, but my heart isn't around. It is wandering at places it shouldn't. The only star I want is too far to reach. But I keep hoping that this road will lead to this star. But again there enters the mind, which keeps reminding me that this star is way out of your reach. A little pain rises. I know I'm almost at the destination. The phase of transit is almost over.
I expect myself to find peace. little relief. but all I could think is that smile. The smile which makes me smile, And now onwards things are gonna be different. I just wish things could have been different. But that's not in my hand. Only thing in my hand is Accelerator. So I just keep raising it, Till I feel scared, Cause I'm at 126 kmph.
I'm restless. Its almost 70 kilometers. and Yet I don't want to stop. But I need to stop, I have been running too much, I look at my shadows while driving, they are ahead of me, running away. And so do I, running from reality. But now is the time.
It's the time to understand, that sometimes "It is what it is".
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