bliss

This is one of my earliest attempts at english poetry, written during my first bike trip to Dhanaulty when i was in class 9th.

I'm looking for my heart, I'm searching for my soul,
I'm out on a ride, I'm out for a roll.
To find myself, discover the self in me,
To search my mind bring out the best in me.
Hands reaching for spirituality ,
feet on the grounds of reality,
away from the noise ...worldly commotion,
diving in the oceans of deepest emotions
it feels so great when you feel...
your once hurt soul is now being healed.
my mind is all set...the heart so free,
clearly through the dark now i can see.
taking a flight , flying real high,
without wings of desire, reaching for the sky.
seeds of satisfaction sprouting up inside,
neither rules to follow nor regulations to abide.
giving loud calls, stretching arms out,
no one to stare no one to shout.
just me and myself, in my own company,
singing songs of joy in solemn symphony.
man in the mirror is nowhere to be seen,
since the day insider ...revealed and outseen.
Hopes floating desires flying,
pure bliss...no denying.