When I was 20, in my last year of graduation, I scribbled something sitting at the open door of a train cruising at 120 km/hr, when I was on my way back to home from Pune, after giving the CAT 2006 paper. It was a peaceful evening and the whimsical Longfellow in me was ordered to show his inexperience on a piece of paper I was having in my right pocket of the rugged jeans...
The Journey...
Sitting at the train's door,
Gazing at the running trees,
The Journey so long n' you're so fast,
I cheerily asked the whirling breeze.
Fresh white blossoms balancing on deep green bushes,
Seems blessing me with its holy wishes...
Competing with trees are the electric poles linked,
Reminds me of my electric engineering lectures,
And the girls then I winked...
The Sun saying goodbye & fading away,
Giving its silky golden rays as the gift of the day...
Now I have come back and filled the vacuum of my seat
Struggling for some space against dirty poor Indians
was a challenge for an elite...
Deep I was in my thoughts
How hapless condition the poor crowd is in,
When one of these sandwitched his words in between-
"Railways earn 25 crore a day" he said,
Needed time to comprehend the moral he made,
His further quotes made me realize his cognizance,
Left me abased peeping through my negligence...
Some time then passed by....and some more...
The dark was now the king,
With the beautiful night as his queen,
Lucky enough I was to get a seat besides window,
Felt for a second I was still a kiddo!
With a swift breeze turning more violently close,
Failed all efforts to eschew its trip into my nose!
My station was now approaching to embrace me fast,
My sad countenance whispered an unforgettable journey will end at last...
But this dude called "me" was happy though,
As this was his first poem he ever ploughed
He wanted to read his work to the surrounding people illiteracy bitten,
But was sad when he realized- No one can understand the language written!
Merely after 2-3 years I realize that... that... its pathetic!!! uhh!! But I wanted to reveal it the way it was written hence I didn't change anything...I hope the reader gets the hidden message in it. :) Someone wouldn't even call this a poem but certainly not bad as a first scribble...
