The Highway Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Cars roll on the steel metal road.
It's midday and the sound
of fury of machines screech through the air.
The big barren lands on
both sides and one lonely motel,
next to it is what is all there.

High speed cars roll down,
the steel metal road
and I want to ramp the road.

Faces and shadows from road
usher me there.
There is ghost on the highway.
Someone said.
And the midday sun
nods to that.

Restlessness and a sudden
peace and calmness
before the hunt...
is all there.

Yup and one car passes
another. Time ticking,
and nothing but barrenness
and drink and calm dead look
is left in me.

I have murdered,
I have murdered,
my body says.
And I have to come,
to means and ways...
staring to
the great homesickness
of the great metal road.