Trains chug, tug and roll Over tracks glistening...
Three trains, 190 rupees, 700 odd kilometers and one frugal traveller!
Rustic scenes from a rustic town. My mode of travel for weeks to come! The ring of the bell, the groaning wheels, The creaky brakes and jumpy seat, The lapping waves on the sand, The salty sea breeze, combine In an orchestra churning a rustic rhapsody.
Athisiyam!", says a tired voice Breaking the morbid silence Of the sleepy small town rail station. A lone figure, in an old, dirty Perhaps hand-me-down sweater, Moves slowly down the platform. Shattering the immobility Of the queer, unmoving station. His movement reflects burden Of mind and of body. His grey hair and shrill voice fading, … Continue reading Athisiyam
Lost in a flurry of anonymous faces Of which all are familiar Of which I know none A lone soul in a sea of souls, I am a ghost, plain air I elicit no gaze, greet. Against the multitude of noise A distant orchestra plays, A song with no rhythm, no count Slow, unyielding … Continue reading Lost on a Straight Road