Sure, because ...Road is not mine alone...

Sure, because ...Road is not mine alone...

I was walking

Walking alone

Alone and unnoticed

Unnoticed but happy

Happy on my metaphors,

Till a bus passed me.

Relieved thinking

My Metaphor safe

I checked,

Noticed a simile instead.

I ran after the bus,

Saw the bus running after me.

It stooped, I stopped,

Checked my Metaphor,

Happily regained

My Metaphor,

Its Simile

Reshaped into

His oxymoron.

Then I saw a plane

Flowed away, in the blue

Oxymoron flew away, in the yellow

Simile flee away, in the red

My metaphor rushed

 After the simile

Beyond the reach of the plane

Transcends the space.

Knowing them,

I checked my Metaphor.

Now the Metaphor never more,

Irony ever more.

I walked before the irony

Irony as my shadow,

As an oxymoron,

As a simile,

As a metaphor too.

I walked ahead

Ahead of me

I walked after me

I walked around me

I walked inside.

I am walking...

Walking alone

Metaphor rushed to me,

Sought my permission

To follow,

 Getting the answer “Sure”

Metaphor relished

In the consuming passion,

Guided,

Under the guise of following,

 Ignoring

My rhetoric, silent:

“Road is not mine alone...”

Aswathi.M.P.