My Machine


Machine…
You stuck with me
longer than anyone have.
You saw my follies
and adventure.
You felt my anger
and frustration
when denied the power
and freedom.
Machine…
You saw my days and nights.
You felt me.
Understood me.
Took me home,
when I felt tired.
Machine…
You were part of me.
Woke up at the feel of me.
Roared for me.
Made me feel better,
whenever I was down.
Machine…
You sit in the garage,
unidentified.
tired.
bare.
yet… regal,
ready to fight
another day.
You have no name,
place and identity.
Everywhere under the sky is
same for you.
Ride on…

(Dedicated to my motorcycle which has been a part of me since 2003. The only material object in the world I am overtly protective about.Now that the tenth anniversary of our glorious relationship is coming up in a few months, I’d be preparing my companion for a make-over. This page is just a stepping stone for that, a boost for my morale. A resolve.)

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