The Train

This is real and sad, who will give head to he thought as the train moves on?

The Write Direction

The train leaves the station
Push, shove, struggle to hold on
The precarious rails
The winding trails
All seemed so safe
Yet somehow unsound

In another light of another dawn
A child is born
His cry pierced the still air
Commencing his innocent life’s game
Still to be seen
Whether he plays it fair

The train hurtles towards its terminal
It is a stop we know all too well
Familiarised through scriptures and prayers
The concept of heaven and hell

Boarded at the same time and place day after day
A safe harbor, a comforting platform secluded in arbor
It grunts and groans
Sending up collective moans
Waging a battle with friction
While we fester in a prized seat’s predilection
Blithely ignoring to tame our ignorance’s malediction

The journey, the passage, the travel
All too short, somehow still too long
We gaze out the window and let jumbled thoughts unravel

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An Entertainer Award

I would like to thank an old friend Himanshi Shukla for nominating me. Check her out!


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Why did you start blogging in the first place?
to promote my books and have a voice in the world

What is your favourite book?
Tolkien’s books

What do you dislike the most?
Being disturbed

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What is your favorite pastime?
read, draw

Ushnish the crown
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