Nupur Chaturvedi

The chase

Setting course towards untraveled expanses
In the punishing afternoon sun,
I chase fun
As it takes the bus out of my subconscious.

The car lurches over patchwork roads
Exploding the jelly in my head,
I play dead
But the car continues to drive itself.

The radio blares a love song by a degenerate duo
It ignites passion in my heart,
I restart
The stalled engine of my imagination.

The road parts, and I have to choose my way
Carefully, so that I find my way back home,
I’m alone
In this quest, and I am racing against myself.

The story ends with the loose ends tied neatly
The lid on the case covered tight
I just might
Close the investigation and head back home, without you.