Riding that Mountain

What had it all started, was just fantasy
A burgeoning curiosity,
Like a child fascinated by an airplane,
So was I,
But it was This Mountain & My Bicycle Chain.

I was small but the Mountain colossal,
The French say faith can move Mountain.
But I needn't move it, only ride along it,
Hard but not impossible, as I was immersed in Youth's fountain.

So one day, I took up that ride,
"You won't be able to do it" said Doubt, standing by the side.
But in my legs and chains I had to trust,
And so I said to myself- "do not wear nor rust".

The arduous climb began with turns and winding.
I felt my heart beating and realized I was LIVING.
The un-ending ever-increasing gradual elevation,
Visible contortion but found joy amid exhaustion.

As the path changed its colors, from black to brown,
They led me to a far-away old town,
Pebbles lay across our path, an unorthodox welcoming sign,
And kids waved at us, their smiles how benign.

And as we reached the top, ecstasy overflowed,
Unrivaled beauty designed in nature's code,
The sky blue, the hills green and the lake serene,
A look at life, without gadgets and machine.

Like a Cheshire cat, smiles beaming across our face,
Without bicycle, could we've come to this fabulous place?
In Silence we revel and contemplate,
Cycling and Me, must've been a destined fate.

The wind whispered something into my ear,
Told me to ride the downhill below there,
Speeding, swerving, along the pull of gravity,
Life would be, without bicycles- an empty cavity.

After a while, by and by, the descent was completed,
And it was then that I felt illuminated,
That Life is like a bicycle ride,
The uphill struggle precedes the downhill slide.

Keep Riding, Keep Moving!!!