The rush Wind rushing Through my hair Wheels turning Faster, anywhere I grip the handle, hand is tight I brace myself, faster I ride Rumble of the engine, has my head spinning Speeding past traffic, as I look over grinning Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches Motor revving for me, this is my weakness Cruise around bends Glide down hills Over the bridges Beyond the horizon Turning of the radio dial, a song to escape Burning of the gasoline, my journey takes shape Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches Motor revving for me, this is my weaknes ©Schizology The rush #Ride #bike #rush

The rush #Ride #bike #rush #Poetry

The rush

Wind rushing
Through my hair

Wheels turning
Faster, anywhere

I grip the handle, hand is tight
I brace myself, faster I ride

Rumble of the engine, has my head spinning
Speeding past traffic, as I look over grinning

Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless
Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches
Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches
Motor revving for me, this is my weakness

Cruise around bends
Glide down hills

Over the bridges
Beyond the horizon

Turning of the radio dial, a song to escape
Burning of the gasoline, my journey takes shape

Rolling metal under me, now I am fearless
Feeling settled within me, top speed it reaches
Growing nestled in me, the limit it breaches
Motor revving for me, this is my weaknes

©Schizology The rush

#Ride #bike #rush

SHIVA. K

When you have a dream, you've got to grab it and never let go. ©SHIVA. K #rush life quotes #rush #Rushi

#rush life quotes #rush #Rushi

Deepak Singh

वो तो इतनी मासूम हे यारों के मरे कफ़न को देख के बोली नये कपड़े क्या पहने लिये बोलते ही नहीं! ©Deepak Singh #Golden#Hour

#golden #Hour #शायरी

selvam

Time is what that kills me now☹️ #second=hour

second=hour

Dhivyadharshini Gajendran

It was 5:00 in the evening. The hustles and rackets have almost faded. A muffled noise of people talking outside the ward could still be heard. IV pump alarms, squeaks of stretcher wheels on the floor tiles, somewhere the sirens scream. 5:19. The pulse oximeter glows and I avoid touching that, to not displace the clip. But still, I wish I could hold his hands tighter, but without the continuous morphine infusion needles or catheters, or worse, the bluish tinge of nail beds and the finger tips. By 6:36, his breaths become slower with more long spaced breaths. Death rattles. I withdraw my hand from his' as the chill from his fingers spread all over me. I take out my mobile and play song of the seas with reduced volume to distract myself from the monitor beeping that puts me in fear. The song plays, 'Hush now, mo stóirín, Close your eyes and sleep" 7:49. I feel a slight movement of his fingers. I move closer. I place my hands over his head, still cold. As I place my hand over his chest, it's warmer. The blood gushing to vitals. 8:12. The monitor beeps with long intervals. I open my handbag, find the lighter that I once gifted him. Zippo classic black! Costing his breath with every cigarette that it lit. 8:58. The monitor beeps go irregular. The deserted room gets more dark. Only the deafening beeps. A green line that is seen on the screen grows flat. A long beep fading. Pitch dark! I don't see anything. I grab the lighter, trying to flick. Doesn't work. No flame. Again and again. 6:40. I wake up. The lighter flicks. He stands near the window. Trying to light the cigarette. I quickly rise up and go near him. I snatch his lighter and hug him tight. I stretch my hand out of the window, drop the lighter down the building. "You had nightmares again?", he laughs. "I would get you another gift." I withdraw a bit and look into his eyes. "Where do you get Nicotine gums?"... Zero hour

Zero hour #story

It was 5:00 in the evening. The hustles and rackets have almost faded. A muffled noise of people talking outside the ward could still be heard. IV pump alarms, squeaks of stretcher wheels on the floor tiles, somewhere the sirens scream.
5:19. The pulse oximeter glows and I avoid touching that, to not displace the clip. But still, I wish I could hold his hands tighter, but without the continuous morphine infusion needles or catheters, or worse, the bluish tinge of nail beds and the finger tips.
By 6:36, his breaths become slower with more long spaced breaths. Death rattles. I withdraw my hand from his' as the chill from his fingers spread all over me. I take out my mobile and play song of the seas with reduced volume to distract myself from the monitor beeping that puts me in fear. The song plays, 'Hush now, mo stóirín, Close your eyes and sleep"
7:49. I feel a slight movement of his fingers. I move closer. I place my hands over his head, still cold. As I place my hand over his chest, it's warmer. The blood gushing to vitals.
8:12. The monitor beeps with long intervals. I open my handbag, find the lighter that I once gifted him. Zippo classic black! Costing his breath with every cigarette that it lit.
8:58. The monitor beeps go irregular. The deserted room gets more dark. Only the deafening beeps. A green line that is seen on the screen grows flat. A long beep fading. Pitch dark! I don't see anything. I grab the lighter, trying to flick. Doesn't work. No flame. Again and again.
6:40. I wake up. The lighter flicks. He stands near the window. Trying to light the cigarette. I quickly rise up and go near him. I snatch his lighter and hug him tight. I stretch my hand out of the window, drop the lighter down the building. "You had nightmares again?", he laughs. "I would get you another gift."
I withdraw a bit and look into his eyes. "Where do you get Nicotine gums?"... Zero hour

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