One evening in November,
I let my feet wander where they wanted to go.
And then I found myself in the rain,
Beside the river, where an open field laid across shore.
It is a cold evening.
Where everyone stays sheltered and huddered in.
All cosy, warm and safe.
I do not know why my feet took me there.
But eventually the sun lost itself and I retreated home.
For in between the skidding
halts---
and blaring horns of the cars that barely missed my life,
I do not like the dark.
P.S
For the people who do not understand whatever gibberish that was and would prefer a translation:
I was tired of math and the rain was stopping so I decided to talk a walk by the canal. There was nobody, it got really dark, so I went home and almost got knocked down twice by some car (the roads were slippery). It was freaky and maybe I am a freak in some way so I decided to write about it.
Thinking of it now,
We are all a little freaky in our own ways aren't we?
