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 and 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.
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