Higher- Than ME..

Holding the chains tight, I feel so alive,
Like the kid in my family photos archive,
Soaring high, falling low, and again I soar,
Unperturbed like waves hitting the shore,
I feel blessed, thrilled to the core,
Louder than the thunder, you can hear me roar..

Feel the wind on my face, See the sun in my eyes,
Watch my smile grow wider, the higher I rise,
All creases disappear from my forehead,
Dumped the world around, cleared my head,
I'll take a break from wiping tears that others shed,
And stop nursing memories, now long dead.

Pushed the ground with my feet,
And there I go, Flying in a motion discreet,
I'll come down like everything that ever rose,
But one kick to the ground, and up it goes,
I take one look at my legs, strong ones are those,
They'll take the pain, for the flight I chose.

If ever you find me slowing down,
Sweat on my face, Eyes red with frown,
Rush to me, and give me a push from behind,
In all my life, nothing would be anymore kind,
For what you see is the child in me, praying for time,
My legs could give up, but never would my mind.

Enough said, and preparations made,
I'll now not worry about the end,
Up I go, everytime I take a drop,
Never felt better, I just dont want to stop,
Swinging alone, Am the one this world forgot,
Come watch me sometime, and please dont let me stop!

Sabse peeche hum khadey !

[ DISCLAIMER- This article is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person- living or dead.. :) ]

Life's been a race for us all, from the moment we opened our eyes.
And we've been racing, aimlessly, leaving behind all hues and cries..
Few amongst us are born racers, I was lucky I was one..
But long before I could finish the race, My sprint was done..
I had been racing really fast, to the joy of some, envy of the rest..
Until one day, I felt, I had done it all, I was the best!
What followed was my decision to retire from the field,
Yes, I had thought well over it, the decision was sealed..

What an experience it was, Life sans the race part,
Peaceful, jovial, and serene, if not street smart..
For I dumped the racers, and settled down with people who seemed more humane,
I termed them as friends, this whole friendship thing was driving me insane,
For I had spent all my life chasing one goal after another,
Crushing anyone who came in my way, without thinking any further..

But now, The chasing boy , had grown into a retired man,
And the desire to excel , gave way to a broader game plan..
I set out to meet people, watch them emote, hear them speak,
To see if Life was all about the race, or something out of the league?
That was where life actually started for me, As I kept growing wiser,
And there was no question left, for which I didn't have an answer. .
The only truth worth mentioning that I uncovered was that,
Life is only a race, and all humans meagre racers, nothing beyond that..

I made up my mind to resume the race from where I had left it,
Heh.. But life gives no second chance to mice, and men who quit..
Alas.. I had no other choice but to sink into my arm-chair..
Enjoy whatever was left for me , in life, Even if i didn't find it fair..
I termed this part of my life, as joblessness.. And learned to live with it..
Showed the middle finger to the Creator, who thought I was finished, I had quit..
I have had my own fair share of reasons, to enjoy this life the way I wanted to,
They came scattered in phases, and One of them , my friend, was you!

Someday, If you happen to take a break from the race you've been running,
and you need to share your success-tales with, some known harmless being..
You might not find him around, Just cut through the crowd..
An old Silk Route song shall guide you through, playing out loud..
Persuading you to chuck out the crowd, and leave aside the race for a day ,
If you find yourself lost, You'll find your way, when you hear a voice say,
" Duniya ki iss bheed mein , Sabse peeche hum khadey"..