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??