The journey, long and tiring
the moon gives me company
the milky white light gives comfort to my tired eyes
In the occasional village that passes by my way
i see a young kid's juvenile play
having found an justifiable excuse
my mind slips into the whirlpool of past memories
it dwells on my childhood elliptical way's -
running races in scorching heat,
cricket on the terrace,
paper boats left down the water drain
and the teacher's long cane
they were all not in vain -
i am brought back from my reverie
by the screeching sound of the brake
it is now i realize the extent of my back's ache
i get down and test my teeth to a half-baked hard cake-
brought from cafe rahmath-
all the years of brushing the molars has paid
the moon's cool rays give solace to my bodily aches
the engine roars back to life
the journey is still long
i get on to resume my rendezvous,with my muse,
the moon
we are close today,
separated only by a
translucent tinted glass pane and infinite space.
-harsha
