The Train

As my train scorches ahead,

That, what is before me, blissful or ethereal?

Joins to cumulate the wealthy treasures,

Left behind at every twirl of the rim,

Leaving with me,

A memory to be cherished all along

 

As my train scorches ahead,

I lean forward to glance at

That, what is coming for me.

With utmost faith in the fickle fate

 

You, my beloved

Lost forever  

Yet risen before me again

You are gained everyday

Yet u make me want to relive the lost

All over again.

 

I know not, how long I have you

For u seem to go farther away every day

But I am delighted I have you for the day

For tomorrow seems a long way

 

My immortal comrade

One who is with me today

And one who has gone by .

You are never the same

Nor the one , who is yet to come

 

My saviour , I shall then leave you behind

To the ones Who shall join us, a few miles away.

For when my time comes

You shall bestow me with a ground under my feet,

I shall step down

And readily lie in the caskets of treasure.

 

I shall lose you forever

Asleep as I would be

while u tow me into your mystical puzzle

To be left behind

And bequeathed with agonized stares

 

You shall take the others along

For your journey shall never end

 You must go on

Even when this empty convoy falls behind

 

A myth it is, that you can be meddled with

For a disciple can never guide his master.

Priceless when left alone.

Always on your own,

Irreversible and eternal

The ever beauteous “time”  

 

Thou that art real today

But a tale tomorrow

Thou that art a reality tomorrow

But a fantasy today…. 

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

Keerthy,
The memory , as far a a writer is concerned, is related to images and incidents and overall silent mutations. The prescribed history can not understand it fully hence. Thus the readers are always in state of bewilderment once the "time concept " is analysed in literature. The issue is that once the writing is fulfilled and the writer looses its possession and it starts to be occupied by readers' bed the shapes are changed in way which was unpredicted by the author.
There begins the victory of writer. He/she was always a looser . But a winner in long term business. How many can withstand this painful process?
That is waht is discussed up on.
Once you take it as a challenge it shll be the above .....
Carry on..........................


M P Ramesh

[Karmee]

Wow this is a long write,
But very good, I enjoyed it a lot,
love your last stanza,
Awesome writing! :)

[Kiran]

oh my god. the crux of poetry at its best. a real good work.