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 own childhood way
-
running races in scorching heat,
cricket on the terrace,
paper boats left down the water drain
and the teacher's cane
they were are 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
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