. Train Ride To Oblivion Poem by YURI DURAAN

. Train Ride To Oblivion

Rating: 3.1


We watch the world slide by
through these dirty windows…

holding hands, not thinking
outside this compartment,
willing the trees and flowers
to be just a monochrome
kaleidoscope with no consequence

Our thoughts stay inside these dirty windows.
We hold hands, our palms sweating,
but we do not let go…
the sun does not reach here

We will not be apart inside this compartment,
trapped in this merry-go-round of hopes and
dreams

of a life

outside the dirty windows

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I've seen this Turner's picture again after some years and not of oblivion.

0 0 Reply
Gert Strydom 08 June 2009

This poem is thrilling and striking. It's as if we are living in cocoons and are locked to our own lifes.

0 0 Reply
Dinesh Soundararajan 30 April 2009

this is really good

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
166 / 122
YURI DURAAN

YURI DURAAN

South Africa
Close
Error Success