Saturday, September 10, 2016

in the One

who moves the rain,
"trust"

as he streaks, hesitantly,
across the window of the train,
swallowing and being swallowed by,
the other drops of rain
along his track

the same track travelled 
many times by many who 
look just like him, 
across the windows of countless trains:
the sons of countless rains

enough times to doubt;
for maybe on the out
                                   side it is only one who 
looks just like him:
stick-like physique,
glasses too thick,
nose too often picked;

on the backdrop of drops of rain
looks back a face full of error
on the window mirror
                                   ring his inner pain

he recalls this train track
from - has it been that long back? 
he is surprised - as surprised 
as he is at his 
own insecurities

so near yet so far
has 
so little yet so much
happened in that time?
a year 
for this globe to travel its track 
back to the same station;
as into a station familiar
this train brings him home
to a pain familiar;
a house not a home

for how can it be home
being a distance not few
to his loved ones old and new?

engaged
in trying to gauge
what next to do
and whether she is true..

of course she is;
of course..right?


in the One
who moves the train,
"trust"


as he streaks, hesitantly,
across half the globe:
high-flyer, 
over-achiever, 
burden on his shoulder 
carrying the family's hope;
undeserving

medic student;
coping with the 
intermittent abdominal pain 
of pent up wind on a ride 16 hour;
contemplating the 
intermittent emotional pain 
of pent up feelings on a ride 1 year.


in the One 
who removes the pain,
"trust"






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Work of non-fiction.

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