Erudite Roulette: Doorway to Heaven - TM Srihari, Mysore Toastmasters

"Doorway To Heaven"

There's a story I wrote all that mattered was told

And I was building a doorway to heaven.

When i got there I knew, if the stores are all closed

With all empty thoughts i came for.

There was a sign on the wall but i wanted to be sure

'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.

In a tree by the stall, there was a hobo who sang,

Sometimes all of our money was meaningless.

There was something I felt when i looked to the west,

And my spirit cried for delaying.

In my thoughts I had seen rings of smoke through the doors,

And the voices of those who stood looking.

my head hummed and it wouldn't go, in case you didn't know,

The bikers called me to join them,

Dear lord, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know

my doorway lies on the whispering wind?

And as i wound on down the road

Our shadows taller than our soul.

There walked a legend we all know

Who shines white light and wants to show

How everything still turned to gold.

And when i listened very hard

The tune came to me at last.

When all are one and one is all

To be a rock and not to roll.

And i built a doorway to heaven!

             How did I wind up like this? Why wasn’t I able to see the signs that I missed and tried turning tables? I wish I could unclench my fists, and unpack the backpacks. Lately there's been too much of this but don't think it's too late. Nothing was wrong; just as long as I knew that someday I would somehow gonna make it all right but not right now. Now the story's played out like this. Just like a paperback novel Let's rewrite an ending that fits Instead of a Hollywood horror. (You're the only one who knows that)
                        I know you're wondering where I am going with this. But the doorway just kept opening in my face. Loss of words that would describe all this but I was capable in bringing back home the glorious road trip stories. An Enfield ride to the far out southwest with the monsoon thunders. Geared up and a flag of faith for the charm of the ride. The doorway to heaven was at the feet of my bike. All I had to do was sit on it. The journey seemed so endless but still the journey for the right sight was an intimate adventure to my soul. The booming thumps with the sound of traffic were an epic combo. Making way like a king on his chariot I drove off into the hearty depths of the forest covered harsh Western Ghats. Savage roads and the cold-blooded weather was a challenge to the brave heart. The ride started with the sun at my back and the moon in my sight, practically left the city during the twilight hour. The ecstatic feel of the light hiding the moon from our sights was a mystery to solve. Later the sun engulfed skies darkening by the minute giving a strong monsoon chill. At the height of a cloud I flew on my bike for few miles. Eating clouds like cotton candies the mist was sober. Rain poured like an endless applause when the nature glowed green. I had to stop for the moment but like the wind the day also moved on. At the heights of Mother Earth's tall shoulders laid a sight no man could describe. Maybe that was the sight of heaven I could relate to the nearest. But I can’t relate it to the only place where I found maybe just a shadow of it. That Royal Enfield of mine is truly the doorway to heaven.

Topic given by: TM Rohit