Long way to Home...

It rained last night

the dew drops on my windscreen

mutilate each other in a reticent harmony.

I doodle on a compulsive symphony. 





The cold breeze swings around my arms.

I aggravate in search for some gratifying words

to bout the rhythm of your warm breath.

Your devotee heaves for some relief when she comes across your scribbled name near a heath.



scrambled eggs.

that old green jacket.

a broken record.

that mole on your left shoulder.

a slammed door.

a lone stairway.



Beckons us to return to the sunset

Where all our frets, regrets, jumbled nets turn Violet....