DREAM

At the time of busy hours

Every launch takes crowd

From random walks of life

Till busy corridor gets empty

Or thin crowd overboard.

The launch has that capacity

Simply for larger role that plays.

Distance is comparable to

Combining molecules those make

Cell-formation within phase to phase

Preferences, altogether we all behave,

As if drowned zeal to surface dream.

We all float from dream-bank

Where lies dream-station, waiting and

Recomposing our voyage to other bank

Across the river that portrays flowing of

Mystery of working silence on the horizon

Being it the great assimilation, moving is

Always greater than rehearsed appearance.

ANXIOUS JOURNEY

She is new in this journey

This time she has to return home

She falls in anxious waiting when

Her eyes has caught a moving bus

That she longs to get ride on

To go to the railway station,

That connects to her home station,

But the bus does not stop at stand,

And she becomes annoyed and

Ridiculed at this pattern of stumble

Over bus, that is playing on stance. 

Commuters stand cool over time

Their bus-routs are known and when

The scheduled bus comes

They get on board, as destined to,

And reach home sooner or later.

She sees buses running with haste

Lifting passengers in rush,

Grasping moments,

Light and shadow point towards time,

Somehow to reach home,

All time in hurry.

LITTLE EYES AWAKENING

You are travelling inside a moving train,

And it stops at a place,

You will see it is a station that offers you

To step out of train compartment and go destination,

The valid trip of going your home or working place,

Travelling through passage sphere with patience,

Your infant mind and curious eyes are overall delighted

On finding new things,

That you are now in great thinking that is opened

On your journey, and you are perhaps preparing to understand

Life’s twining and singing.