The Outside Ride

You know.


We sometimes say;

"it was a ride."


But,

we have yet decide when to take an exit.


The euphoria of having a journey,

and being part of it,

captures life in our minds.


We rise up to challenges,

and mark our milestones.

Landmarks that past us by,

seem illusionary and quite the goal.


The window we see through,

while on the roads,

shields us from touch but yields us visual favours.


It feels,

almost like we are in a moving time capsule;

safe and prized.


With that vision,

ask yourself this question-

How does it feel, taste and sound like behind that glass?


Let the wonder take you places.

Feel free to wander off,

from this point on.


All you have to do after,

is to paste them all in as new visual mileage,

when you are back for the next ride,

behind windows,

and beside reality.



Recent Posts

See All

Followed, Following

Yes, we all have been sad, to the extent of sadness. It is a supposed adjective, till we take her as friend. She lifts us away, than up. She reaches to the fires, just like the waters; submerged. It i

Knowing You Once More

Do I know you? Have we actually met? I might have seen you, somewhere and sometime. A running man, a fleeting you. It seems close, yet severed from recollection. But, I know you, just, not you. Do you

Home, Is That You

Could I ever escape the wilderness? Land after lands, Water over waters. The forest calls me. And, most times it haunts. What I breathe, turns to time. When I move, it is friction. Home is a vast how.

© 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO  雅  Y A  ( INNTYA )