My old bike

I was 20 something

When Papa bought me a bike,

It was a Bajaj Caliber,

The feeling was something ecstasy like

I rode it in the sun

I rode it in the rain

It stayed with me when life was fun

It was me when I was in pain

I have fond memories of everyone

who's has been a pillion when I would be riding

Some of them have stayed around

Many of them have gone in hiding

The wind would blow my hair away

And I would just enjoy and let it sway

Under the canopy of the sky

As I think now

I wonder just how fast time flies by

My old bike is still with me

I don't quite ride it anymore

but whenever I look at it

It brings back memories

of days I can't forget for sure

Life is a forward stretch

we don't quite like to look back

for past is something

which, in present we often lack

But ain't it true that

we are the sum of every moment we have felt

Everything is a part of us

Nothing till we are conscious will ever melt

The past did not last

but I chose to keep what was pretty and beautiful

I chose to keep the feel of those moments till the last

I still feel emotions like I used to

I still want the same things

you may easily guess

Love, Success and happiness!

I may have changed a bit

but I am still much alike

to the boy who was ecstatic the day he got that bike

My old bike

is a good bike