Harindhar Reddy

Freshman - 835 Points (Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

The Lonely Train On The Lonely Track With 24 Coaches Painted Black - Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Among the brambles of a shattered heart lies my soul in crags,
Among the shambles of life torn apart lies my spirit in rags;
Tears streaming down my face as snakes crawl on my body lifeless
Leaving amigos and flamingos away at the home, oh life pointless.
Ticktock! All I can hear is the ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

I climbed onto the gravel bed in the rain, lo lonely brain tames!
By the dawn from the ocean to every lane, it climbs, dookie salad!
In the noon from flat places to heaven and hell, A pensive ballad;
At dusk, in open air of beach I loitered singing rhyme ugly James.
Ticktock! All I can hear is ticking of the clock - yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

Hardy-har-har! Hold a pebble, a feather or a leaf in your hand
It will say I am lonely; I can't ride, I want to hide in the sand;
I'm single; oh my gosh! I'm sitting between my brother the mountain
My sister the sea - together threesome we live among soulless men.
Ticktock! All I can hear is the ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lonely train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.

I'm an air castle with dreams empty and screams plenty with terror
I don't want to be alone in the dark in a spine-chilling horror.
Then, the moon is a friend for the lonely man as flamingo cheers,
Bingo! Stars in the Galaxy are his companions as nature shares.
Ticktock! All I can hear is ticking of the clock, yackety-yak!
The lone train on the lonely track with 24 coaches painted black.


Comments about The Lonely Train On The Lonely Track With 24 Coaches Painted Black by Harindhar Reddy

  • Rookie - 38 Points Prakhar Mishra (6/19/2012 4:50:00 AM)

    it has all to cherish the way u describe the pain etc is simply magical. i love reading ur poems (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,466 Points Adeline Foster (3/20/2012 3:38:00 PM)

    Yes I see the humor and perhaps some not really intended. Interesting and eccentric and perhaps a little on the macabre. May I point out that to scrawl is to write, perhaps you meant to have a ‘p’ in place of the ‘c’: sprawl? Read mine – Shell Shock –
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,860 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (3/9/2012 5:34:00 AM)

    Get out of this 'rickety rock' yackety-yak! tickety tack. You have talents. paint those twelve coaches with color of your choice. Good Luck.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 341 Points Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/9/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    good poem... with interesting way of describing your soul :) .... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012


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