As I sit by the window…
the train knows it’s destination
but it does not care for me….
I am just one among the millions
moving in life,
as the world moves back,
as the moon keeps up with the chase,
as I fall asleep…. I dream a reality…
I have been in the train for a long time
hours, days, months, years, generations;
all becoming minutes and seconds
witnessing countless suns rising
darkened and brightened skies
encountering the same similar
unfamiliar repetitive unknown faces
Not a few but many….
an unknown face born every second
an unknown face born every second
but there was hope…. no, an escape
next stop might be mine, can be mine,
my destination… unknown but mine
there I can get down and
become part of the world again
and become part of the world once again
-Vinod-