Upper Dipper

Driving through the nights, scrolling upper-dipper beams on abandoned roads, tuning FM channels and getting dispersed in lyrics of songs are the things that I m totally atoned to now a days.

Direction less driving, it puts you towards dark roads where your eyes cannot reach beyond the realm of medium lights. You never feel lost, in fact I feel at ease as if I am moving towards the end of my entangling heart’s restlessness.

The air which rushes in through the window glasses, always manage to gush up old memories. The time and moments that were spend carelessly on the corners of these rustic roads.

Every red light, every green light tinkers the heart over the images of one who has been lost but still lives somewhere nearby. The movement of steering elopes upon the faces which has always made cloudy mayhem in ones heart.

In an uneventful life these drives create moments of highs, perhaps one lonely heart and insolence mind deserve wandering around.

Move towards farmlands, cross barren plains, follow the tracks of river and reach for the heights of sunset mountains.

I wish my life becomes an effortless leaf, whose destiny lies in the flowing wind from high way speeds.