THE RAILS…

The Rails...
by Biswadeep Ghosh Hazra

The sun rays slip on the polished steel, symbolizing the beginning of a new day,

On a day like this as if predetermined by fate, we met;

We smiled; we cried and shared our feelings by the night…

Now as by premonition, I knew you would leave me,

‘What did I lack?’ I asked myself, I could feel the air around me going black;

I cried, yes I cried for the first time; my head ready to burst…

Our love was so pure, why did it have to end?

I knew I was dying inside from your thirst,

Watching the tracks I reflect, why can’t we go like the tracks?

Hand in hand parallel till eternity?

Memories of ‘us’ flashed by me, reminded me of the time we spent together in glee;

And listening to incoming trains with our ears on the track…

Here I am, dejected, devastated and disillusioned,

Night’s fallen and I still walk over the rails (balancing myself) lest I should fall;

WAITING FOR MY ULTIMATE MOMENT…

A warm light falls over my body, just like your enchanting aura,

I smile for I know not much time is left;

I hear the whistle, tearing through the darkness,

Echoing your cries…the time has come;

I get a painful and deadly hug as the train collides with me…

I can clearly see your face now; it’s carved into my memory,

I lay between two tracks, and I can feel the soul escaping from my body;

I NOW LIE IN THE NO MAN’S LAND…

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