A Short Journey by Train

A Short Journey by Train

A Poem by Subham Chatterjee

" A Short Journey by Train " © ACCENTUATION 2011

by Subham Chatterjee on Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 1:09am

                            *****     A Short Journey by Train  ******

 

 

© ACCENTUATION.

© Subham Chatterjee

 

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T'was but ten past nine, as I crossed that indolent dark lane ,

My mind was chary, fighting an ordeal to catch the last home-bound train,

As I reached the neon of the renovated railway station --

I was already battling the slow-moving travelers , nebulous in sessions.

 

With just minute and a five to hurry past

                         People who had made it early enough,

Schools of red,blue,white, same faces disappearing fast

                         People with apathy, souls making it more tough.

 

Even in that forgetful crowd of many a hundred,

There ran a couple, whimpering past people's shade --

Turning the very corner, storming past us,

With suitcases, a porter , words of detest trailing in the rush.

 

After ten long months, I had planned this weekend with my family,

So I being my nonchalant me, rushed to platform number nine hurriedly,

Past a child's crying wish, or past a beggar's upheld hand,

A mother's soft rebuke to her child's stepping on wet sand.

 

As I raced towards my escaping train , like the slowly setting sun

My feet ran one last time, like the day had just begun.

My mind bust planning , through blocks of cases , luggage paid ,

The running door of my train, my goal, within just a few moments ahead.

 

Like days in school , I caught the warm door latch

Rusted with touch, smile on my face -- awaited much ,

I caught a seat beside  the window on the left,

That's when I heard shredded voice and bags unkempt.

 

I came up the aisle to help the standing figures,

That same couple who brushed past us with vigor,

The person perhaps handicapped with the struggle he fought,

The woman, wincing and shouting at him , as in existence we caught.

 

I turned up to help them organize as he endlessly barked,

Whilst she glared at a fellow passenger's polite remark.

All that could I make from their being together in that train,

Is perhaps, two unsettled troubled souls, scattered, restrained .

 

They sat opposite to me as I looked through this journey , time and space

Trying to bridge the moving us, as towards a circle strangers race,

Hallow shells of steel and wood conjoint end to end ,

Shadows of thoughts about the person sitting next- stranger or a friend !

 

As the couple made their strife heard once again

I knew any effort of mine wouldn't make it wane,

So I planned to stretch out and slack --

The far-fetched dim lights running apast the iron track.

 

Occupying the seats across the aisle from me, there and then

Were two little girls, sisters , perhaps one of nine, perhaps the other ten,

Very excited , very loud , with their exhaustive father looking out the window

The giggling, laughing , shrill chattering -- captured the mood of the adjacent row.

 

With every passing electric pole and the showering chasm of the whistle,

The couple went more perturbed , the noisy girls adding to the bustle ,

My fellow companions, that couple, were souls less delightful

With their patience running out, the woman ,

                        Caught one of the girl's arm and said, "Keep it down you fool!"

 

This annoyed me , lest to say

                  Cause I loved their uncurbed way,

I too was irritated by this man and woman's assay--

       So cocooned myself, outside the window -- where my self-pity solemnly lay.

 

As the man and the woman let out the remorse, in lieu

The older girl with a sweet innocent voice said,

         " Hey ma'am , what's the matter with you?"

The couple stood stunned, as if looking for bolster aside their strife

The man replied, " You're awfully too young to think you know so much about life!"

 

The couple satisfied, defeating the pride of this young lady, just then

Were coming back to discussing their forged spoiled togetherness in vain,

Just when the younger girl came back with her sister's pain --

"I guess we learned a lot of things like that when our mommy left us and went to heaven".

 

 

Both drifted to sleep , looking away from the quiet couple--

She had said enough, more than one mind , did they that day waggle.

 

 

Perhaps the heaviest of pain that afflicts comes not from the awe of strife,

But from one's disposition within, gnawing away at us , all our lives,

Perhaps the lovely faculty you can ever feel, comes not from words of great depth,

But from the easiest statements within,

             Of things that remains humbly said.

 

 

 

 

: SUBHAM CHATTERJEE , August 2011.

 

© 2011 Subham Chatterjee


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"Perhaps the heaviest of pain that afflicts comes not from the awe of strife,
But from one's disposition within, gnawing away at us , all our lives".

This is a very good write.. it had me feeling the depths of emotion as I read along.. excellent write..xxx

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Can I just say that this was simply amazing? I felt and had to double check my thoughts on the emotions brought out in this write... Maika'i no (good job!)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Nicely described!

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Thanks for sharing. Keep up the good work.

Posted 8 Years Ago


very wise poem keep on writing !:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is perhaps the most thought out poem I've ever read in my entire life. I was planning to review this a few weeks earlier but I got busy but now that I get the chance to read this, I absolutely am stunned by it.

"Perhaps the heaviest of pain that afflicts comes not from the awe of strife,

But from one's disposition within, gnawing away at us , all our lives,

Perhaps the lovely faculty you can ever feel, comes not from words of great depth,

But from the easiest statements within,

Of things that remains humbly said."

This is truly said and if you continued it will be more.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

GREAT WRITE !!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Good job..!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem is really great!
Nice flow!
Wonderful write :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is impressive love! Beautiful flow :)
I was immersed by such emotion! Pleasure to read your work love! There is so much here! Breathtaking! xx

Posted 8 Years Ago



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