The last train is waiting for me
To take me to my destination,
Weird, but true, I’m excited for it- you see;
As I’ve heard it does set you free without any compulsion.
Mortal woes and sufferings which we endure in the lifetime
Doesn’t make a way in this path,
It feels as if I am going to have-
A newly baptizing bath.
Greeted by fellow passengers,
I mistook them as my clones!
I glanced at my wrinkled and chapped flesh-
Which once nested a prized wealth called health
And now rests amidst- a bag of bones.
This last train would be my last journey
Life has to offer me without any “money”;
A slideshow of my whole life waiting to blur my eyes for one last time
Reminiscences of saintly deeds and crime.
Time, oh that dingy prick of mortals-
I tell you all now,
Squeeze out each millisecond of your life
Spend it, don’t waste it, use it , don’t neglect it,
Bridge the gaps, mend any strife(with)
Friends and loved ones- they make our lives lit.
(Oh your) Sullen faces, swollen cheeks
Eyelids heavy with the synchronous sobs;
Still you can’t be a part of this journey today.
Although I wish-
You’ll get to board this train one day.
My old pals are waiting, they took this train much ago;
To greet and reassure me-
That little has changed between them and me.
Sooner or later you’ll be en-route
On this very train just like me,
I promise I’ll be there for you waiting at the station
And you’ll see-
Life is just a journey
Nourished by people you part with and meet;
It’s your own possession,
Which will be only yours to keep.
I’m afraid any seat is vacant now,
Sorry but you’ll have to muddle through –
Be sure to reach for your dreams
You know I’ll be around- watching you (from above).
Now its really hard for me to accept this ending,
It’s my time to leave,
Compose your means to the reception fellas’-
Enjoy my drinks to the fullest- well they are free!
- Written by Shankhyadip
There’s nothing more attractive to me than penning down thoughts so vivdly that recreates the reality for the reader amidst the pages. And being the ever fluctuation-prone gemini, change is the only constant in my writings. The 26 alphabets are my Mon Repos. Perhaps, you can connect to my words as I tend to pour all of my conscience into them. A plethora of human feelings? Keep expecting. After all, there’s so more to browse than stick to a dot.