And then what??
What and then what?!! I mean..ok fine..then he took out his bike and set out to start his journey alone.
You mean alone like somebody said that we all have come alone and will die alone..
Not so poetic yaar.Alone just meant no friends or companion with him.
Oh!!
And suddenly he sped up the bike so fast that he could feel the gush of wind cutting his eye-corners like the thread cuts the paper.And he could see the water-drops accompanying the wind in opposite direction for a while before evaporating.
So what about it?? It happens if you drive fast.Right?
Yup, right you are. Its just that he was not sure of what the blade which was cutting his eyes, until it bled water, was made of. Was it the wind or the thought of being alone or were they the memories which inevitably stalks a presumably loner .

Like half-forgotten tunes
they linger in my thoughts,
singing in harmony,
failing to catch the words.
And if only i could play guitar
I would have played to you my friend
what a lover I could be.