The Train

The train starts from inifinity and moves and goes through infinite rail

The rail never had a beginning;
The Train moves from the infinite space;
I was there, sitting alone looking out peacefully;
But the train never allows to sit that way;
The first station;
It was birth;
Moving fast;
just for a time being;
appeared The board;
The Death!
I was sleeping and dreaming;
Opening the eyes;
I found a 100 years i lost;
the dream was over;
The train was moving;
to the unknown destiny;
and never found a station again;
Sitting alone looking out peacefully;
I have seen colors raining out there.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

What a journey I have just been on. Wonderful poetry! brilliant work!:):)

[mou]

can be said one line-JUST AWESOME!!

[Lydia Shutter]

Through the circle of life....or the train tracks of life. Well written. Lydi*

[Ayan Rana]

wow lovely piece of poetry

[aruntp Thalassery]

thank you friend

[jesserose99]

what an amazing thought that we are all riding on a train, that we get on and off of at each life. we have stations in different countries, maybe different worlds and we would maybe have flashes of those places while we were on the train but never remember while we were living the life. this is fascinating to me, and the journey is one I think we could clearly all go on. the analogy is beautiful

I wonder what stations I myself have found myself on and off of.

lovely work

[aruntp Thalassery]

thank you friend

[Solar]

Wow! A beautiful philosophical journey in this poem!

Marvellous image in these lines:

'Sitting alone looking out peacefully;
I have seen colors raining out there'

[aruntp Thalassery]

thank you for your encouraging comment.

[Solar]

You're welcome. Look forward to our reviews of my writing.