Journeys Of Life
Journeys Of Life
The Shatabdi express was in a hurry.
Today.
She raced into
Bangalore station
Five minutes earlier
Then she should have!
Impatiently waiting till
The passengers
Waded into her
Compartment s,
Trying to glide out before time.
Hey you can't do that
They said.
What's the hurry?
Got a train to catch?
Mildly indulgent,
Steam hissed out of her
Engines,
She replied,
Hey I am the train,!
You need to catch me!
Attitude?
The tracks were clear,
She flew!
Stations whizzed by,
As I stared out the
Window,
The landscape
Ever changing,
Sped by.
Many such journeys
We make
Comparing life to
Trains and roads.
The philosophers,
The jesters
The near-normal people,
All see a train journey
Differently.
It bears resemblance
To life
For us all
At some time
Miss trains,
Get off at the wrong station,
Are on the wrong train,
All reflecting
The journey of life.
Poets and artists
Writers and sages
Are all travellers?
The Shatabdi is not the only impatient one.
We all are
In the scheme
Of things.
They made her wait
At Basin Bridge,
Because she was early
Only at the right time
Was she allowed into
Her platform.
Same as in life?
I mused.
Sulking,
She glided into
Platform 2.
Tomorrow would be
An early start!
Mirroring life,
Another trip,
Of another
Set of passengers
Travelling to their
Destinations.
Who said
Inanimate objects
Didn't journey
Through life??