The guard gave the signal there was a flutter of good byes the train started its journey of life racing on the railroads of dynamism, halting at stations…
The station master managed the station of life well and the train passed through the Yards of hard work bestowing the good wills of life trafficking through the level crossings of life.. …halting at signals… …waiting for it to turn green… and continue the journey of life…
….picking up passengers…. off loading travelers… chugging along tirelessly…
the train reached the ultimate terminus …of life; and….accompanied with the music of hooting engines…. drifted away into that …still unknown Station of Eternal Peace without bidding good byes…!!!
Amen May the soul rest in peace.
Poet’s Note In cherished and loving memory of my uncle ..who spend all his life in the railway…starting as a guard and rising to the positions of station master and yard master and divisional manager etc. and who breathed his last in a railway hospital to the background of the hooting of the railway engine.
In my heart and my head there is an inky blackness that roars with a deafening silence As I stand so still in the tunnel of darkness, so still, like a boat between the swells of a tumultuous mountain I
To conquer my desire, I chose to battle alone. Armed with hope, Strength and courage Holding weapons of determination and perseverance Struggled, fought till the last blood sheds But.. Lost!!!!Defeated!!! People say “Life is like licking honey off a thorn”….Yes
The sun is now hiding its light And hope is fading in the darkness of the night Tears fell from your weary eyes Holding back the hardships in your heart I can tell it with your sigh. Teardrops glitter in
You heard what you wanted to hear You felt what you wanted to feel You ignored all the evidence to the contrary And resigned yourself to the fates But what you did not see Was the turmoil that started it
I’m a prisoner -A prisoner of my mind. I can’t be free. I can’t be me. Locked in by anxiety, interrogated by insecurity, and depression is barricading the door. With no room to breathe, I can feel my lungs collapse