Through the Highway with the Radio On

The speed meter sprinted without turning back.
The seat belt held me firmly on to the grey seat.
I kicked off a ride with no way of turning back.
I tuned on the stereo to keep up with the beat.

Through the highway with the radio on I sensed,
An unusual loneliness creeping into my heart.
The streetlights flashed, flickered and flippered,
On to my eyes as giant lighthouses far apart.

The radio made me walk past the dark lanes,
In my dull life, first playing a light nursery rhyme.
I recounted how bad I’ve been cutting schools.
Books were bitter gourds which tasted gruesome.

The radio made me stride past the patchy roads,
In my sulky life, secondly playing a romantic song.
I reminisced how mad I’ve been playing with girls.
Cigars and drinks were divine which held me long.

The radio made me stride past the narrow paths,
In my gloomy life, thirdly playing a trendy hip-hop,
I remembered how sad I’ve been messing with kids.
Family and spouse duties were not on my list’s top.

The radio made me glide past the muddy ways,
In my moody life, finally playing a calm melody.
I started to rethink, whether to relive the days,
Or start fresh like new ray of sun as a remedy.

“No stopping or turning” was the only sign board,
I saw in this lonely highway as I reached the end.
I quitted the highway and steered to a new yard.
To bid hello to a new journey, sans any rewind.