Poem: To the Valleys

Hello Reader,

For weeks, months or even years we wait to just escape from the average mechanical life where we are tied-up with the umpteen chores; go-to-market chores, listen-to-boss chores, pay-the-bill chores, fix-the-flush chores and fed-up of the nasty hubbubs; honking-in-traffic noise, neighbor-drilling-the-common-wall noise, infants-wailing-in-theater noise, buy-our-credit-card noise.

An idea of a perfect road trip with my loved one on a weekend might just erase all that. This is how i want my road trip to be:

Nobody around but just me and her,

little romantic drizzles and a crimson Mini Cooper.

Under a drowsy sun, still sleeping under a cloudy blanket

I would drive her, into the lush green basket

Of the countryside and to the silent valleys

away from the traffic and the cacophonous rallies.

Would sing along the timeless melodies

For her smile, counts for a thousand remedies.
Mislay the potholes as we drive into the fog

on the slippery, shiny road, banality we flog.

The angelic abstracts on the misty window

that the amicable showers shall bestow,

depicting euphoria that we share,

stimulated by the breezy, aromatic air

And on a ceaseless journey, a few pleasant halts

at some down-to-earth, sketchy, roadside tea stalls. 

Cherishing the Western Ghats,we take the hot sip; 

and that shall complete my Perfect Road Trip.

I wish my dream trip becomes a reality. Someday...

Written for 

"The Perfect Road Trip" contest 

Thank you Ambi Pur 

and IndiBlogger for this opportunity. 

-Ashish