On another rush hour
I'll take the bus ride
bound towards you.
And not this northbound bus
that travels on this cold twilight zone
The glass windows attempting
to relate the dimly-lit houses
outside to yours.
And the sound of your snore
is reincarnated
by the passenger
just two seats away.
So perhaps in another bus stop
I'll take the bus
Towards you
Like the way wise men
Follow the stars
The way the fishermen feels at home
When they see a lighthouse
And not this bumpy ride
Where the wind is cold
And the thoughts are bitter.
Maybe, just maybe
In another me.
YOU ARE READING
Voyages of My Mind
PoetryThis is my first poetry collection. Most of these were written way back in college. I hope you like it guys.
