In this journey, of my life

In this journey, of my life,

I control pace, in lows & highs,

like riding bicycle, forcing pedals,

managing output, with cadence. 

And I cycled, in breeze and gales, 

in asphalt roads, mountain trails,

feeling the power, with its strains,

in warm summer, and cold rains. 

Yet, there's always a feeling, 

of being confined to the routines,

without the thrills or actions

and spices, of an adventure. 

So I mounted, on this bike,

without chains, making it light,

as if letting go of the burdens,

to follow my heart's impulses. 

Now, I don't need manipulation,

forcing my will, for forward motion,

rather allow the nature's flow,

take my ride, to places unknown. 

For, it's a bicycle without chains,

no specific path, preset directions, 

let me be free, like streaming wind,

explore things, unheard & unseen... 

And that's the way I reach,

The gates, of our mysterious world.