My bike hums a tune

When i touch my bike
When i turn on the ignition
it hums a slow, low, forgotten tune
that brims my heart with nostalgia.

It sings of the dusty roads
and dustier pubs we stopped by
It sings of the Nevada desert
and the Red Indian warcry.

We've been to many places
to overflowing markets, to empty stretched spaces
with the sky so blue and earth just brown
with the swindling dwindling road, leading to my hometown.

The bike's grown old and so have i
but the feeling to outspace time,I've been told
never really does die.

Mybike still hums the rusty tune
as it passes our last sand dune, &
My mind wanders back to old days
does my heart stops craving for more ? Nay..

My bike reminds me there's still a job to be done
and that's to outrun whom none have ever outdone
That's time, the mighty time
and i promise my mate,that time's gonna lag behind.

My bike hums a tune...

Polaroid Dreams

When i first looked at you
I felt the moment freeze
My dreams, my life, even the taste turned indigo
I could feel it in my soul,
the gentle soothing breeze.

That Polaroid of yours i took
I still carry it on me
And it still reminds me of the playground
and the innocent Christmas tree.

You have changed a lot since then
even i have trotted away from you
But the memories, those i still have, like the Polaroid
Believe it or not love, but i still do.

And promise is all that i can give
And promise i shall keep
That wherever you be, whatever you see
Baby I'll turn it all to that same Polaroid dream.