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Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Highways call me aloud

Sometimes a palanquin journey to carry the angel of our dreams, sometimes an excuse to vent our frustration on the innocent pedestrian through our swearword screams, but almost all the time, at least for me, the late night bike ride home, is a frustrated guy’s only chance to shed some tears, to race against commitment fears and most importantly a chance to breath that fragrant waft of fresh air called ‘Freedom’

A mystic midnight, a half waning moon; the empty highway extends a soothing embrace
A flickering headlight, a fast fading shadow; images of a chimeric pillion’s angelic face
A sweltering sandstorm, a dust spangled forehead; parched -look the cloudless skies,
A dollop of a drizzle, wetting me a trifle; frosty past melts from my foggy eyes
And then,
I rub the rear view mirror off its melancholic stain
Prickly pages erased from life’s panorama of pain

A reckless kick-start, a paralyzing pang; bulging bruises fail me to choke
A jarring engine, an out of tune melody; cacophonic lullaby usurps the nocturnal folk 
A soaring speedo, a face-slapping wind; the airy mistress unbuttons my silken shirt
A tire’s sensuous smooch, a moaning virgin road; rubber proves to be the ultimate flirt
And there,
I throw my bags to belch out a relaxed breath 
The haunting ghosts of commitment die a silent death   

A muddy stretch of road, a screechy disk brake, temporary skid in my eternal race
A confusing crossroad, a betel stained signboard; weeds of doubt itch my hesitant face
A thirsty fuel tank, a flattening front tire; time for the road warrior to rise from the ashes 
A tilt of the bike, a thud of the engine, a life with a new lease fortunately flashes,
And thus,
I mirthfully meandered through the less travelled road
Adventure was indeed this vagrant’s real abode 

And now,
As the blooming bougainvillea’s early morning dew
Bids a moist adieu,
I never turn back,
The ceasing engine keeps on chugging,
Hacking horizons, spitting smoke,
Fuelling dreams running amok,
For its final vroom,

Towards a much needed reincarnation

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