Highway Poem by Shruti Goswami

Riding in a carriage,

It’s the highway to heaven.

In the harsh cold wintry night,

Like the skin of a serpent.

The road: serpentine,

And the brightness of the neon;

A dim haze now,

In the foggy night,

Alluring me into a trance.

Oh! So much awaits me,

And the sand slips by;

It’s a heart wrenching battle,

To go ahead of time.

The silence, dripping cold,

Creeping into the flesh,

Like a shock wave of electricity.

Intoxicating, with each rise,

An irrepressible urge, finding its way,

Now and then,

Through the dendrons,

Toxicity at its peak.

Paralyses, no warmth to guide through,

The freezing of the mind.

It’s so cold!

Journeying in the blindness;

To rescue solitude.