Rail-ride
My train of
thoughts move
Against the winds
of force
Balanced on tiny
tracks.
A lovingly crafted
fence
Wave’s goodbye
A dark tunnel
approaches inside,
Pressure
increases,
As a recollection
occurred…
While watching the
world go by
I had spied a
flower
In a rock spawn
land,
And a question
arouse,
Will she be there,
when I return?
But do we ever
return...
Isn’t it every
time
An onward journey?
2 comments:
During an actual train/rail ride while returning from Kerala to Bombay… and the she is Kerala state in her virgin beauty… maybe the rushing train provided the last stanza…
really really nice. enjoyed it:)
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