Dressed in a pretty white gown,
Holding the sparkling keys she stepped down,
Slowly opened the painted shining door,
Got ready to converse with her road....
Her running machine touched top speed,
Memories jumped up from mind’s back seat,
Bass played loud, windows were pulled down,
Gushing breeze now hugged more closely...
Rear view flashed light,
Eyes lost the sight,
Dressed in a pretty red gown,
Holding the life she owned...
Alarm tone played on time,
Delusion mind was lifeless for a while,
Slowly opened her eyes,
Got ready to converse with her road..
copyright aditi kochhar
Converse with what's at the end of the road. And what's beyond.
ReplyDeleteWas that delusion or reality? How cn u be sure! :-P
It was a dreadful imagination of my mind! Touchwood. I hope that it never occurs, atleast not with the life I would own. Amen.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely...
ReplyDeleteIt won't...
Amen...