Sunday, 15 January 2017

The train

Monday morning
As the train shunts forward
I startle with a jerk within myself
And I wave;
At those eyes
That woke up too early
And those hands that packed affection in my tiffin...
As the blurred image gradually diminishes from my sight...
My eyes eagerly search in vain;
As if to retrieve the remnants of my soul...
Feeling incomplete;
I start waiting for Friday;
To go back
And get encompassed
Within those beautiful walls of familiarity...
Of reprimanding
Of quarrels
Of belongingness
Of life real;
And
Of the truth called Home.

A Simple Message...

A Simple Message...