It's been a long time since I last posted. I miss the blog so much. Anyways, I was listening to The Civil Twilight and their song Fire Escape and I don't know how I got these words sounding in my head. I wrote this poem totally coincidental and with no intentions to write at all. We are just always in a race with time and life and at points we lose our will to continue and that is what happened in the end. The family who had left everything behind to get to the train has in the end sit on the benches and gained no life and gained no fame.
Here is a link to the song...The Civil Twilight_Fire Escape
Packed our bags
Standing at the door
Grabbing our priceless tickets
We are ready and set to go
Have got to our ride
Now we're hitting the road
Staring at our paper tickets
For which we sold our home
Have now reached the station
And dazzled by the number
Lost in the sea of people
We're scared and frightened
Grasping our tickets in hands
They are wet as clothes in rain
We decided to get to our platform
We are to be late for the train
Asking how to reach our destination
But no one seem to be of help
All are running from corner to corner
Reading the tickets in their hands
Trying to get a grip, I said:
"We have a train to catch people,
read your tickets…MARSH!!"
I smiled to make them forget their fear
But my smile dissolved in the sound of my insecure heart beat
After reaching the platform
We are now standing in the wait
Other people look just like us
As dazzled, puzzled, and scared
Here comes a light, out of the black lane
And there is a roaring sound, the sound of the train
Slowing now, stopping, opening the doors
It's dark inside; you can see people but hear no voice
Their faces are black, all looking in one direction
There is no one in action, as if they've been enchanted
As if bewitched by the spell of silence
We are the desperate ones
We couldn't get on the train
We weren't fast enough
Now we're again in the wait
We're looking at our tickets,
Sitting on the benches,
Observing the platform
That is constantly being filled with strangers
Trains just like the first one,
With people on its board spelled,
Coming and going and we are still not launched.
For days now we are sitting as we were
Until the trains stopped coming
And people stopped showing
