Love On The Way To Poetry Fest,2011, Guntur, India (Part-I) Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

I feel pleasant in the train,
It is air conditioned couch,
This is first time,
I am riding on an AC train,
Brown carpet floor,
The train starts slowly,
My feeling is like a blue open sky,
I am alone,
I feel something sad,
A train is crossing,
Our train stops for a moment
Track is double
Yet it is for precaution,
The triangle, the track composition,
A village
An extract of village image
Under the sky
And I am travelling,
No one can be obligation free
And to obey that rule
I am going to New Delhi
And then to Guntur, the venue of poetry fest.
And my reservation of ticket is ok,
I have to travel a long, long way.

My dark side is that
I am not strong in money matters,
To take risk, and
In the ferry
I get some blank shot.
I continue my journey
My train is running with speed,
I continue to be what I am now,
I am also running with speed in mind,
With plans and moisture of imagination,
And I am crossing from image to image
Like crossing of station after station,
In the fine swindling of my body,
With the sensational wave of moving train,
And I cannot catch outside scene as standing,
As they are moving so speeding that
All outside objects are whirling with me
The centre of force, that I am feeling,
And close railway path is going in opposite
To my willing pattern that is inside storm
I have experience a light mood of love,
Like the earth’s moving,
Our ponderous way of feeling,
Interesting
Intervening
Intertwined feeling
I am alone,
That dominates me,
More life and more love,
It is systematic dominion of love.