These late November nights,
And the mild winter that
Caresses with feeble shivers
On the exposed skin.
My cranked-up bike on a
Rusty Lonely Road, sailing
Through the foggy darkness.
Faint chills of a dread-
Fear of encountering a
Scary stranger. Hints of a
Ghost in my head.
Bit of hunger scratches
The empty stomach- craving
For a ready hot dinner.
Thank God the tyres didn't
Give up or fuel didn't run out.
Happy to be home safe.
Bed, quilts, eyeful of sleep.
Appreciate the warmth.
In the morning, I find a pic
Of mine, deep in sleep.
But I live alone! Bonkers.
What the hell? OMG.