The Journey... Had been on in the train on the track and that never rests With a jerk and jolting, and rocking like a sieve that stains It is a long journey to an undisclosed mysterious location, On board for a while, yet station undecided and unknown Hard to see anything around for the details of the light-less place As it was an opaque tour, I had to push my way into the compartment Faces never imprinted, surroundings were blindly blurred and hidden Effortlessly I was pulled and pushed in the crowd’s muscular force When I realized I had to hunt for my seat in my mega mansion And I think, I got one or helped to get one by my organic connection Though I don’t remember, but accepted without clear conviction They are the closet one to me in my journey since I entered the cabin I remember my cabin as I am still living along the inmates few Always around me mocking, consoling and ever encouraging Guided to sit tight, to look and talk straight...lighted the path in groping Loaded with affection to the full, gently pushed to answer the ultimate No need to name the relation with your constant companion kin Under the same moving roof sharing the pleasure and pain An unknown bondage of co travelers indeed, men or women Co-passengers, cabin neighbors, faceless tourists ever on the run Over loaded and jammed in the main chain with a strange feeling Of oneness and loneliness without contact with no meaning Among all commuters, pushing, squabbling and of course, cursing Attacking in the ascend and defending the descend, but never stopping The engine whistles to tear into the darkness through the hills, Over the bridges, slopes in varying moods of agony and ecstasy And along the green pastures and the blue ocean in a great passion The engulfed tracks in the dim lights leave a trail on the speedy wall In a single track of the exploded rock, the journey continues to mock Ignorant of the unavoidable final lap, none ready for even a short break Unaware of the unseen derails, mails his joy through email memory Fuming smoke disappears in the dead dark briefs you the summary Peep out of the cabin and get out of the mess for the danger There…Countless commuters in our unending rail passage Smiling carelessly with arrogance with their journey mates… All, together, closely packed, brushing and squeezing one another Difficult, it is to pass the time shielded by inescapable silence Pressed to the thighs one by one blinking wildly into the dull roof Unexpectedly gets up one and chased promptly by other hundred Rush to the food counter in a stampede to get their dreamed menu Like an army without a captain battles their way in a great rush Where is the target? And what is the hit? Yet proclaimed victorious Nailed to their seats, the special ones get all in remoteness first class Never it occurs to them speed of the train is constant to everyone The hunger is absolutely accurate and timely for all the creation Seldom realize the volatile aliens, high collared men or women Show off their pride like a just married bride, but cared by none Sealed to their pedestal of ego and waits endlessly for someone You may be a distant traveler or a local guy of a nearby mountain My fellow traveler…freeze in the present, till the journey stops steaming Be patient, till the doors are thrown opened for you to dissolve into the darkness Be assured, I will never ask you about your destination…the tour is yet to end.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 04:51:17 +0000
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