Musings on train journeys
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Clouds,
as if, give the night sky a red hue and hide the stars,
The
moon peeps from within and – like someone close – asks
Why
don’t you sleep in the open? Weren’t even the warm summers – under the stars – dear
then?
As the
train tries to cradle me to sleep in the shaky silences,
I ask
me: Why? And to the night sky: Can I make amends?
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Barren
landscape was lovely the last time I rolled on tracks here,
Rains
have added that chutzpas: akin to pineapple in a salad,
Green
small carpets hide some rocks and bring out the beauty of others,
Sun, as
if, acts human and wants to do both: flirt with clouds and play with rocks.
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Sights
and smells of clouds and rains as the train moves: induce endearing silences ~
Just
love(d) getting wet at the door ~
The
window brings forth ‘open-ness’ which is as intoxicating now as it was fascinating
then: during childhood days ~
Yes:
the questions have changed ~
The
younger me then pondered: Where do these long and tall high tension wires go?
Why do roads and tracks meet again and again and not go parallel?
Today, the
young me mulls over: Why are trains not used for education of amazingly diverse
facets of our country? What fun it would be to walk off into the unknown – do I
do it?
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