Trailing thunders in a swipe..
Hundreds chatting, hundreds eating
Within the boundary of my running
Along each count of a bogie..
Next sec
Racing brain mutes like a yogi
Standing still to realise
this poem is as though divine realization dawns upon the soul to get out of the rut and the same old foul (of din and clutter)
its possible to be engulfed by silence in the midst of utter chaos. very imaginative metaphor for life and incessant clutter in the mind.10
Indira, you have managed to capture that moment of solitude despite the surrounding chaos and confusion...Terrific write 10
Excellent juxtaposition of outer turmoil with the inner silence.
its very very nice...the stark contrast of a freight traina nd the utter inner silence....reflective and well penned lines cheers
Enjoyable write, and there is something about trains that seem to tranquilize all of us.... Very nicely penned....
As a student, I hv done long train journeys, ur imagination has put life into all those, which otherwise were vegetate. There is a magnetism in ur poems....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indira, enjoyed this little piece of magic.10/10 Ian