Flying Saucer

By Gaurav Parab

Racing along on an endless road

Constrained thoughts, feelings overflowed

I believed in the triumph of life over death

With his passing, my belief took its last breath

I just want my beliefs to reach somewhere

So I am not sinking here, or floating there

As my motorcycle screams through the nights

I look up and I see three twinkling lights

I used to believe in the words I wrote and said

But the meaning in them lies long dead

The lights seem to follow as I look above

I once believed in the loveliness of love

My motorcycle’s engine taunts my life lived in vain

The cynic inside believes it is an aeroplane

But the lights are following me, are they not?

Remnants of innocence that believe a lot

 I once believed that I will always be a child

Then time found a way to run wild

I once believed that working hard pays

Those wheeler dealers showed other ways

Then I believed in the power of a cause

Little men and women with their fake applause

I had reason to believe I was tougher than the rest

A weaker person then changed the test

Not too long ago, I thought everyone is brilliantly unique

Mediocrity I came across, that doesn’t even deserve a critique

I shake my head

Mediocrity everywhere

As I let go of the handle bar, and I slowly look up

The sum of my disbeliefs erupts

Those lights are still, but I am not sure

All I want is an unknown to discover

I know it is a flying saucer! It has to be one!

I so want to believe that my beliefs are not yet done.