Are trains a forgotten pleasure?
Relics of a bygone era now removed
Far from the pages of a jetsetting age
Save for some unfortunate small-towners
Who need must travel by train
To get to warm food and bed
Trains move much like life
Unpredictable journeys with rank strangers
Some care enough to stay longer
To turn companions on a hidden fate
Some locales zip by like they never existed
Others consume mind and time
Some fleeting moments shared between stops
By people who may not share anything else
Can outlive even the length of the journey
We see sights which inflict our conscience
With burdens which must haunt us for long
And yet many a time we lose our way
For there is none who can drive us all way
The journey is only worth the wait
When the path matters more than our stop
All journeys however must end the same
In a place from where we cannot return
Must we care about where we are headed
And figuring out how fast we get there
Too hasty to make a new friend
Or even catch up with an old one
For a journey isn't worth much
If I have no time to stand and stare
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5 comments:
why am i the only one who gets to be globetrotter? and am no longer decreed amazing writer/scary CCS partner? why?
as for standing and staring.. don't mention it!! soon i shall not know what the phrase even means :-S
nice pome, ol sport.
Nothing beats train journeys. Nothing.
But you are globetrotter now :) U have been upgraded from scary ccs partner :) And the amazing writer credentials have long been established. Don't worry abt the standing & staring. It will happen sooner than you think. This poem is dedicated to you btw :) I wrote it in singapore. The mythical train journey referred to is the last 5 yrs we spent together
Pondaman, now that we're here, spied on and exposed, we shall say an official online Hello!!
and tell the scary CCS partner that I want the access to her blog.. else, give me her gmail ID so I can send her a mail.. wokay?
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