HotWheels

Life.
Like hotwheels.
Like hot , like wheels ,
thrumming all thermostatics,
Rolls on.And on.

An engine not-seen
does not make an engine not-been.

Temperatures outsoaring
and a break at a peak.
Then Bleak . Bleak. Bleak.
Mere Vaccum.

So , must there be a break
before the vaccum ,
atleast Once.
To binge on some beer
with friends ,
with the ones you love ,
and the ones who love you.

And let this break be the only
thirst-burst to your scorching soul.
For , when mugs go all toasts
to you ,
the sound of cheers
and the smell of beers
reeking on the highway
is the perfume of life
well lived
well loved
by the ones you loved
and the ones that loved.

Godspeed my Friend.
On a Farewell
as this.
Well lived !
Godspeed .....

Swati Tempta

1st Day of June 2010

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