April 10, 2013

My Precious

I roll up my sleeves and walk to you
You shine, black and sleek,
My Precious

My pulse rises as I walk to you
My nerves are a wreck,
My blood pumping faster than horses

I cast a look at you, My Precious
And you seem ready too,
To send a shot of adrenaline down my spine

A can of golden drink you devour
And send soft wind on my neck

My hair abandon the knot
The band, the scarves and all
As wind starts flirting with my hair

My blood rises and wind kisses me
As I go ahead, unhindered by you,
My Precious

I go where the road leads me,
And the path goes where I lead it...

Don't ask me questions, My Precious
For I won't answer anyway
My rebellions and me are out there

I stare at crowds and they stare me back
But none can stop me now
As I snake my way out, tactfully

If it weren't for you, My Precious,
Wouldn't the road be drab?
Just dust and concrete, mud maybe !

Now now, My Precious,
Don't throw tantrums, my dear,
For I love you much more than others..

Don't you fake chokes and coughs, baby
Don't you fret and stand still..
I love the road but you love it more..

Cheat the jams with me and hug me back..
Let's get high and let's get going..
The road's waiting for you and me..

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