Thoughts From The Door of a Train.
Trees and mustard plantations flash by , as fast as, memories of a forbidden kiss from a lost lovers do, in my mind. I am stagnant here, as scenes and stories rush by , with nothing but a glimpse presented to me. My mind sometimes procrastinate what things could have been , if I peeked more into the scenes. Just like what more could have been, only had I decided to stay.
It is of no surprise, that a human heart, mostly connects to things it has lost. It's our beauty and curse , that we seek tragedy in our natural existences, may be.
The tiny houses in cluster at the far, and people with colourful dresses near in the fields look upon me, without ever seeing me, actually. I see them , faceless , just like dots and lines drawn in a fast moving photograph. There herds of livestock relaxed , shapelessly lying across the great greens.
The people living or existing.
My mind urges to ask what do they see from those fields?
All they see may be is a bleak existence on a huge serpent running across iron trails. That must be how trains and people standing on them looks like.
May be they think , where are we off to. And some of them surely dream of going away too, a cold wanderlust, hopelessly hammering in their mind. How useless they might feel , knowing they can't do that at the exact moment. Same as I felt when I wanted to tell someone how much I love them , yet did not.
My mind play games, unwanted to my heart, yet in totality we must endure. A soothing sense prevails, as the sunset sky takes over.
Sunsets are beautiful everywhere , just like a baby's laughter and a warm hug. From the rushing train , it looks like a ball of orange fixed upon you. Everything is moving , coming from future moving to past , but the two you stay in their places. The promise of being together for once justified.
The scenes are magical , every blunt landscape catches a reddish hue. The color of life absorbs everything all around . Suddenly there is no grief , there is nothing missing , no lacking. There is no thoughts in the mind, a complete silence.
Just the canvas universe has painted upon, and my eyes fixed at it. The brain , heart and soul has come together, silent and meditating in this magic that follows for sometime.
But just like everyone and everything, soon betrayal takes it place. The color slowly evades , just like death takes over life. The orange ball giving optimism changed golden, only to be vanishing second by second. It's illuminated sphere from the bottom half mixes with the grey sky. Before you put your mind into it, accept the laws of existence, it disappears. The ball is almost hidden by trees and forest that line up the horizon. Without saying a proper goodbye , it just vanishes.
May be it is truly hard to say good bye, for there is no good in it. More so when you love someone.
Personal Views written on my train journey from Kolkata to Delhi Feb 12 , 2020.
Kindly keep an eye on my space as I write my thoughts on my life as a wanderer and tour guide. If you connect to what I write , kindly contact me and let me know how you feel.
Note from the Author,
" Travel made me rich and free. Magic and miracles are true , once you wander on the roads to places different and divine. I have collected so many thoughts and stories while being a Tour & Trek guide for last seven years. Sharing with you all, those memories and stories , and wishing you all , that someday you guys travel far and wide too. I am not a great writer , so ignore my grammar and spellings, read it with feelings, and you might just be affected with the wanderlust to hit the road"