Pragna P Hiremutt
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

The obstacles ahead sometimes stops me -

I put my engine on halt,
Get the stand out,
And get up to see what the hell is going on,
There are just too many hurdles,
Too many roadblocks literally,
Too many crossroads,
Vehicles stuck everywhere,
And then suddenly
I blink my eyes twice,
Shake my head vigorously,
Look around the forest
And heave a sigh
And realise that I'm just alone
Stranded in a forest
With available resources in my hand,
A bike and fuel in the bike and air in the tyres.
There were no vehicles ahead,
No roadblocks,
No crossroads,
No traffic,
These 'hurdles' that I thought were present
Was my Godforsaken imagination.
I smiled.
I cut the negativity off my imagination,
Castrated the power of negative thoughts from my head,
With mental strength made of steel and iron,
I rode on,
Like a beast
While an imaginary background song 'Eye of the Tiger' played
And echoed all across the forest. .

Pic credits→https://www.instagram.com/bulls_on_wheels/

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Pragna P Hiremutt

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