A Nightly Journey

The inspiration for this poem came from the long cab journeys on the way home every night from office in Whitefield-Bangalore to my paying guest accommodation near HAL airport Bangalore.

A day ends, another silently stirs,
Lines between both, the darkness blurs.

Dull and weary, homeward I head,
To meager comforts, food and bed.

Like a canvas the horizon stretches,
awaiting the thoughts the mind sketches…