Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Evening Train


Take me home on the evening train…
Where I can hear the laughter
And the song of the road again

I have long waited for oblivion…
Blissful…peaceful…
Flying on the night bird’s wings

Maybe, I waited for too long…
But, I was walking all alone…
And, listening to the man who sang of trains…

Perhaps, I make no sense…
Like the foggy winter morning….
Of cold coffee…tears and rains…

Yet, I know I am tired…
And, I have hurt you, my dearest one
But, am coming home to make it up to you again…

I hope you forgive me…
Hope you know I lost my way…
Lost my soul to the man daring to say Imagine…

Can you tell her I am coming home by the evening train?
Maybe, she will look out of the window
For one last time….again…

5 comments:

dry said...

As always , great stuff

Apeksha said...

This poem brings out how a common man's journey through life is actually made up of such uncommon thoughts....how little things bring out in us those hidden wishes...those forgotten sunsets...those dreams that didnt turn into fulfilled desires...its a simple poem...yet intricately beautiful...keep writing

Panchali said...

Hope is very powerful indeed. "Maybe, she will look out of the window
For one last time….again…"
This, one maybe, gives us so much strength.And of course, your posts are powerful too :-)

damsel in distress said...

Marvellous stuff, you just completely leave me speechless with your posts. they are so perfect. the emotions are filled in every word and one can feel it.
somehow i think i know in what context you have written this. nonetheless, keep it up! good work!

semanti said...

loveeeeeeeeeeeeee it.....just fabulous............i so loveeeee it