A point comes, you learn to keep rolling
The clock is ticking...damn! Now it's not a race. It's a pace with the time.
And suddenly you leave the baggage
Sit on the platform
Waiting for that lovely sun!
That perfect chai.
A beautiful phase that is.
When you look back smilingly
But board the train FORWARD
a beautiful journey unfolds
the lush green meadows
spring falls
summers
autumns
winters
they just are there
Then you take a window seat
look at them lovingly
The journey goes on...
Life is spent loving the rail tracks
Just looking
Sitting
Smiling
Weaving happily in its accord
Stories
Narrations
That will be lost just like that
When the train passes by
The wind blows ...yet
Journey continues
Then your seat falls vacant