upturned

Just a name here ... And a quick line there... 
And i get as usual a cold-shake- 
an indirect remark and a hurtful finger 
blaming me for things i haven't done... 
Relatives, friends, strangers, loved-ones, 
they want to shake my hand and leave me 
like i am an upturned stone 
in their so-called smooth path... 
Sitting in the gloom of my dark room, 
i think of the years gone by...
the days crawled... The minutes staggered...
yes, the past, my past is me... 
The stations i have crossed and the trains i have taken... 
They made me realize-
This earth is not for me...nobody is for me... 
Just a passing phase, till i close my eyes! 
I wish, i don't forget the flowers, 
the rain drops and the soft loving feet approaching me 
some years back on a fine bright morning....

~Upturned

*Tamisra

Mukesh Angadi

7 hours ago

It is drizzling and the train lazily
changes its ways
through the forest
A stream gurgles beneath the cost iron bridge
The trees are aglow with joy
As rain drops plays on their eye lids 
people in the spl compartments
are still asleep
Some that are awake await their Tea ,,,
served In bright yellow flask and plastic mugs
an young girl tosses a coin into the water
with a silent prayer
Someone crushes and platic mugs and
throws it down the stream ...!

ll Radhey krishna ll

 — with Debahuti Panigrahi.

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  Debahuti Panigrahi Ah, heart touching...
  In my minds eye, i can see and feel all this... Wish i could be there to see the Nature dancing with tingling Rain anklets in her feet...
  And the moving train and You -
  Dear Mukesh....
  How fascinating....
  
  ARE YOU TRAVELLING!
  It's such a bliss!!

  

  4 hours ago · Edited · Like · 1

mukesh

This is not the beginning ,this is not the end…

I am in a journey of love …dear Devi

Sitting in a train compartment….

Trying to forget the past…

Thinking –this is not to be turned out to be-

Not to end like this…

Going on and in each junction I look for you…

debahuti

"trying to forget the past"wah what a line from you...