What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
I always write from my room, so I’m not going to answer the first question. But here’s the answet to the second:
I walk back after visiting a friend.
The wise part of my head tells me
That I should have rode on a rick,
But I chose to listen to the other part.
A long time had passed since I’d last
Been impulsive, and today, I missed that.
The streets: so familiar and ordinary
In the day, were alluring and mysterious
Now, lit up by dussehra lights and shop lamps
I walk, my heart thudding gently, my senses alert
To any sort of danger ready to pounce on me.
I walk slowly, my eyes lingering
On the coloured lights and the
Dark corners covered by trees
Did the night colour so ordinary
A street so magical now?
Or was it my exciting fear,
Which lent it this allure?
It was a strange place,
This street at night.
I felt alone, and I realized
With a sudden smile
That it made me happy.