On my way home from work, this morning,
Through those crooked lanes and winding roads,
Nothing was noticed cos everything seemed pale.
Deprived of sleep and a bed,
The world seemed to be in daze.
Dark clouds hovered over my head,
And waited for the right time to strike.
Reaching home all I could think of was a hot shower,
Followed by some coffee and bread, I broke my fast.
Not a single minute to spare for sleep or the headlines.
With helmet on and ear phones in place,
The RJ played the carol 'joy to the world',
I began the ride on my bike.
Though it was the Christmas season,
The song did set the mood and perfectly fit the situation.
Light drizzles welcomed me back on the trail,
The light drizzle turned heavy,
The cool breeze gave way to the cold winds.
The dark clouds clashed with each other,
And lo there was the icy cold rain.
Rain drops pierced like sharp needles on my skin,
Some blurred my vision but I had no plans to return.
Few drops shined liked pearls and diamonds on the leaves,
Till they fell and disappeared like an early morning dream.
And some bubbles rose and died in a matter of few seconds.
With weather being an excuse the distance disappeared,
Couples walked together hand in hand.
Singles hugged and made love to their warm woolen gear.
Smiles surfaced even on cracked lips,
And in search of shelter some took to their heels.
Reflections on tarmac as the waters lashed the streets,
It looked as though the world was moving on its head.
I was just a few yards away from my workplace,
Just when I wished, what if I drift away?
Get back home and start, once again.