Just Another Day…. - Poem by Preeth Nambiar
I have been sitting here since long time, eyes fixed on the distant I can see the greenery changing unto desert, the deserts turning unto ocean, the seasons melt unto each other…! At the desk I close my eyes to darkness and open it for another day! I enjoy the hug of the wind through the windows wide open.
Leaving frequent pauses in between, the train is on its way ahead. I can see some at ease come and occupy the spaces available. I can see some are running along with the train to get into it. I can see some remain lonely upon the platform, disappointed finding the train moving faster than their own pace.
But throughout the journey I experience a kind of severe pain in my throat. It's all about my co-travelers. It's about the moment they leave the compartment ending up their journey- sometimes saying adieu, sometimes even without that. In a journey that has its way forward, where shall I meet them again?
I know I too have to leave this crowded compartment. Neither I know the place to get down nor the time would I reach there. The only thing I know is that it is not too far! I remember the hands being waved in the morning when I set the journey, but let me not expect anyone to receive me at the other end!
When I reach my destination, I wish a rain to wash away my tiredness. Wet in the rain when I seek a shelter, I wish if my grandma awaiting me in front of my ancestral house with a towel to blot water from my hair. In front of the lit lamp I wish to sing with her, the songs of love that she blessed my childhood with!
I wish if her fingers would fetch me the most delicious unto my mouth! At the night of my life, I wish if I can laydown on her lap to feel her fingers caressing my hair! When I slowly close my eyes, the stars would scatter unto the dark sky, as black holes would fall unto the earth where I spent a life loving…loving everything around me!
Today is just another day!
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