Stranded

Stranded on the road again With a pack of cigarette and jar of wine And a snoozed up box and a leaked tank In a cold-desert known as end of the world My heart scampers for a soul for help With furriest echoes breaking the wind's voice And the soring sky eclipsing the benumbed night Stranded on the road like before With a dead battery and a panicked gaze - I watched my lazy jalopy as it relaxes by the road side Clad in smokes and grimes down to top Its tyres are worn-out like my childhood toothbrush And its eyes are cracked and broken Stranded on the road Locked deep in superficial meditation While I smoke away and get drunk Passersby honk and zoomed by Veering left to right from a potential casualty Me! Whose pity will I win for a ride to my love? I'm by the side waiting for sleep to possess me Nay to the bed of death in whose comfort I might find myself