It was the night of Saturday,
already half past nine.
Lazily laying on the couch
tiresome, she was drinking her wine.
Thinking and sobbing:
9 to 5 working employer
who used to be a wanderer someday.
During this journey of survival,
She lost herself someway.
Suddenly her weary eyes saw something old and very familiar,
It was the hanging keys which holds memories that are quite thriller.
Couldn't resist herself, she took them off, she wore a leather jacket and a denim pant.
Then fiercely gear up the helmet, and
made the classy big engines rant.
Drove away from home,
she flew away that night.
Speeding up the bike,
Passing neon boards and the city lights.
Though the road was full of people,
yet she was feeling herself even in the crowd.
Her wave of emotions have never been jumping and shouting so loud.
Vibing to her favourite song,
And letting her feelings out to the mesmerizing scenes.
She gave her all to the bike that day,
her head was full of rock n roll dreams.
Enjoying the winds, having deep conversation with the skies.
After a long period of time she felt her heart coming alive.
She just left with neither any motive, nor real destination like she got revive.
And found her lost and missing self again
in that late night overdrive.
© Chrysanthemum

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