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night train

nose pressed on glass
in the ocean of darkness
platforms appear
like islands of light
trying hard to read the names
sometimes success
sometimes failure
a tea vendor walks by
half asleep
a muted whistle from afar
a soft jerk
train in motion again
engulfed in darkness
it chugs on


A bookworm transformed into an addicted writer. I love to write and illustrate them myself. By love I mean love, no half-hearted relationship, a full-fledged, passionate love, I can’t pass two days in a stretch without writing/painting (cyber), just feel empty like lovers do when their lovers are away on a tour! Even though I am thoroughly enjoying self-publishing with amazon, but if you like my work and want to publish my works in your magazine, books or better if you want to publish a book of my works please make me very happy by contacting me. Or if you want to sell my works on commission basis only!! contact me, I will be quite relieved. Honestly writing and selling your own work is a very BORING combination. So you are more than welcome! Mail me, or go to- my blog (I have 16 blogs in wordpress, all active, some on daily basis, every one on weekly basis screaming and vowing my LOVE for writing and painting- this one is first-born, so special) (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- And if you want fb you can go to my page, linkedin- my email id and I am in goodreads and completelynovel too I guess I said enough about myself, right? You will forget if I stuff too much here, so if you are curious to know this humble creature just join me in my blogs :)

19 thoughts on “night train

  1. The poem is similar to a technique called “Vividry,” err… I think.

    It’s a technique used to pay attention in the present. Such as the drumming of the keyboard, the whirling of the fan while the sounds of Internet radio stream messages in the same few breaths. What I do sometimes is take a deep breath. In that same breath somewhat unconsciously “feel” the infinite vastness of the Universe. All the while a planet is being slowly formed. A sleepy flower moving with the wind, or even the fellow space terrestrial pumping gas somewhere and complaining about the gouging energy prices.

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts!

    1. when we lived in Uttar Pradesh, coming to West Bengal meant having at least one night in the train, I always slept through them- the picture I painted was of my siblings- they loved staying awake all through the night. some energy!!!

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