own me again....

Downing rains along,

Cycling way ahead,

Living like it, I loved my life.

Coz I had always chanced to live like it,

All through this life.

 

Winds have stopped long back,

But the erosions they have made,

I hope they never fade.

Today I see them again in the north,

Rumbling across those winding roads,

To symbol impinges of that travel forever.

Wanting to be in the middle of the storm twice,

I’ll be the one to first set foot,

To let it hail me, trash me or atleast own me again!