yea yea I was riding Harley Davidson on hill top roads were like zigzig, just remembered one lit poem which was written by my brother , lets try on this bit khoya tha roya tha lagta muje soya tha doda tha toda tha lagta muje haraya tha sath tha hath tha lagta muje paraya tha khoya tha roya tha and day light was about to end here , sun was hiding behind the hills wine plus maggie bowl combination was makes this ride about to feels khoya tha roya tha lagta muje soya tha.. sang tha tang tha lagta muje bhulaya tha jor tha shor tha lagta muje daraya tha rah tha chah tha lagta muje apnaya tha wheels were rotating round and round with headlights on, moon was just helping with his brightness more to find way on lets rhyme for last time. khoya tha roya tha lagta muje soya tha pass tha sans tha lagta muje dafnaya tha khoya tha roya tha lagta muje soya tha lagta muje soya tha. hard hard hard gully gang