A Neighborhood in My Train
Whistling like a Boss, roaring like a tiger
Floating amidst the steamy clouds
Elegantly walking away was my train
Is it a dream or a grand reception?
I thought while carefully running down the stairs
And there it goes, swiftly passing away my coach
And I could only gaze at her in astonishment
Run, Run you Sir
Shouted the coolie
Running I was, holding my legs in mouth
Alas! I was holding the rail of my dream
I slowly sank in my seat
Still awestruck by the beauty of the train
The crackling sound of track mixed with the occasional whistle
It was as if the love is brewing amidst the hustle bustle
Soon, the journey started
And so did the chain of vendors
Sounds from vendors selling hot tea, chips and peanuts
Producing most sublime noise like a Beethoven of rail tracks
Children running up and down their berths
Singing the nursery rhymes, chirping like the morning birds
Conversations started rolling as the train rolled over the mountains
Oh the beauty of countryside didn’t let me pull the curtains
There she is, sitting right across my seat
Clumsy hair, Blue eyes and hue of red on her lips
Oh my! Am I still in my perpetual dream?
Looking at her, I pinched my hand and screamed
Our eyes met, lips squeezed
My Heart started beating in harmony of the upward speed
The snow suddenly started melting
Golden dust of sun was shining on her cheeks
Shy and restless
I pulled my book, hiding behind the poetry of Wordsworth
There were glances and gazes
Back and forth
For once, I wanted this journey not to get over
Yet the engine screamed loudly and wheels stopped rolling over
Giggles, Vagitus, friends and relatives
All is coming to a beautiful end
I was left with gustling memories engulfed with melancholic mood
I whistled, one last time
For the moving neighborhood in my train!