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2 AM Morning : Haunted Thoughts

I hear a howl Look out the window Find a shadow that calls Close my eyes shut Stay steady Breathing heavy.. Trying to flee while the howling haunts Gathered courage Starting to walk into the dark Where all things except you talk It's like the trees are staring down And the roads push you backwards So no matter how much forward you go You find yourself back at the same place Am I even walking right ? Your heart beats louder than the noiseless night Some car screeches at the background Echoing through the vacuum Is someone hurt ? There are looks in the dark That only books have spoken about There are looks behind you That only sniffing can rat you out The thought of being followed The thought of seeing the shadow of someone you don't want to.. Keep looking Don't be afraid Says the mind While your heart keeps saying Go home, and stay blind throughout the rest of tonight.. Speak to no one until asked Coz weak is never alone to be tasked The door closes on you Wondering why it c

Scooter Rides

 Feet would float,

Music would stride,

Singing while flying...

In my father's scooter..

That glides...


Standing upright,

Right next to the headlights,

Gripping the lights tighter,

While feeling lighter,

As the twists and turns,

Went out of sight...

Like the arms of a wounded fighter..


Family of four,

In a wheel of three,

A picnic, a restaurant or a department store,

In the marching spree,

While I felt free,

Stalled at my scooter's best seat..

Sneaking a treat,

Or smirking a fleet..

Make way for the horn,

For here comes the feeling 

To experience which you were born...




Holding onto a wedding gift,

Or a toy to play,

there was always plenty of room to stay,

Afternoons pretending to ride,

Friends coming over to stand beside,

Catching a nap,

Or hidden behind soothing a bumpy trap,

Always doing what's told,

Striking that bold look,

Aced that sturdy equalizer..


I grew tall

but dad never made the call

for me to take the back seat,

as he knew I loved the streets from the front row,

and couldn't believe that his daughter would one day outgrow...

waving people,

swerving medieval rush,

was an era that vanished..

as I stood there astonished..

still dusting her out till date,

and keep  remembering our first scooter ride...




*Dedicated to all the Scooter Rides With My Father that I enjoyed during my Childhood



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