Road

 

I took that familiar road

Whose contours seemed to have changed

Ever since I drifted away

From its tantalizing by-lanes

I rode slow and maneuvered 

Around that familiar hump

That once had jolted my reverie

And apprised me of a throat-lump

I had just begun to empty

My bag of useful thought

To let memories flood

The road they always sought

They did break the barrage

Of comfortable negligence

Every nook, trench, spurting

A rush of laden dissonance

I keenly looked for the ditch

That had effected an injured knee

But it's rusticity had been smothered

By a plaster, much like me

The road and me conversed

Like old friends, who rarely met

Unearthing tucked away secrets

Over coffee, lest we forget

At times cunning and ruthless 

It called up a forgotten vow

But it remembered to be sweet too

For it asked,  'Are you better now?'