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The Window-seat
Every time I sit on the window-seat of a train
I see my faint reflection on the windowpane.
It stares at me like I've committed a crime
Constantly reminds me that I don't have much time.
And forces me to contemplate my life.
I ponder over the many reasons of, my being alive.
I realize that my flames are dying really fast
I don't know for how long, these moments would last.
I run my curious eyes over the enormous horizon
and see everything moving in opposite direction.
It all starts making some sense to my puzzled mind
and reminds me of all the things I am leaving behind.
I see the train tracks going to different directions
and think of the many paths, my life could have taken.
What would it be like, if I had taken one of the other paths?
I wonder, if it would have changed the number of my breaths.
I see the azure sky, the streaks of clouds and tall trees
and feel on my tired cheeks, the sunshine and breeze
I love seeing the forests, dressed in brown and green.
I don't know why but it feels so tranquil and serene.
In the end, the train stops and I get up from my seat.
Now, I'm back to reality; I feel the cold or scorching heat.
But my mind keeps talking to me in bewildered soliloquies
these thoughts are carved in my mind, in there, somewhere deep.
This experience is a bliss as I get to know the real “me”.
The real “me” who is hiding inside this mortal body.
During this self-introspection, I forget all my worries and pain.
And it happens every-time, I sit on the window seat of a train.[/font]
I see my faint reflection on the windowpane.
It stares at me like I've committed a crime
Constantly reminds me that I don't have much time.
And forces me to contemplate my life.
I ponder over the many reasons of, my being alive.
I realize that my flames are dying really fast
I don't know for how long, these moments would last.
I run my curious eyes over the enormous horizon
and see everything moving in opposite direction.
It all starts making some sense to my puzzled mind
and reminds me of all the things I am leaving behind.
I see the train tracks going to different directions
and think of the many paths, my life could have taken.
What would it be like, if I had taken one of the other paths?
I wonder, if it would have changed the number of my breaths.
I see the azure sky, the streaks of clouds and tall trees
and feel on my tired cheeks, the sunshine and breeze
I love seeing the forests, dressed in brown and green.
I don't know why but it feels so tranquil and serene.
In the end, the train stops and I get up from my seat.
Now, I'm back to reality; I feel the cold or scorching heat.
But my mind keeps talking to me in bewildered soliloquies
these thoughts are carved in my mind, in there, somewhere deep.
This experience is a bliss as I get to know the real “me”.
The real “me” who is hiding inside this mortal body.
During this self-introspection, I forget all my worries and pain.
And it happens every-time, I sit on the window seat of a train.[/font]
Published 15th Aug 2017
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Anonymous
21st Aug 2017 2:14pm
Many reflections can surface during the silence which accompanies the hum of tracks, reflections both seen and which circle within one's mind...I enjoyed this read and the flow I thought was impeccable.
xoxo Taryn
xoxo Taryn
