I ricochet off in the chilly trains jutting across different places
Through the days and the nights
There I sit, listening to the thuds
the wheels make while rolling out onto the tracks
I meet people of different kinds
Speaking unknown yet common tongues. Their phones ringing in different tones and their eyes sparkling as their food is served hot.
I'm journeying to a destination that I am aware of yet unaware.
My second home it might be,
Yet holding a thousand promises and trenches in its wide spread arms,
Welcoming me into its fold.
I've just got a year with you, I say, everytime I think about it.
Perhaps, it is 365 days that changed you into what you dreamed to become and another 365 will make you the one you have never imagined to be, it says.. :)
I am underneath a mountain of deeds, heavy and with grime it is, insects teetering on it with their antlers held high. There is a little gleam of the jubiliant sun, hard on the plains, but never seeming to look at me. ever glowing like the fireball of faith. Not able to put down the mountain, Not able to enjoy the sun, I am, Not able to rid the insects that scurry into me. As time passes by, the mountain arches high, burdening me down into the earthen plains. The beings I meet, heap more trash onto it, they ride down with their valleys, after a maniacal laugh. they riot into my life, plunging deep into me, bringing the thousand insects in me into light. while their's crawl right onto their faces. The song-like breeze riding gently on the plains, pat me to a smile, dampening my woes. While I plunder into my thoughts, beseeching for the lost memory in time, I find nothingness, sheer nullity. My happiness is lost in mere faith of seeing light, th...
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