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.