Every time I sit in the window-seat of a train
I see my faint reflection on the windowpane.
It stares at me like I’ve committed a crime
Constantly reminds me that I don’t have much time.
And forces me to contemplate the meaning of life.
I ponder over the many reasons of, my being alive.
I realize that my flames are dying really fast
I don’t know for how long, these moments would last.
I run my curious eyes over the enormous horizon
and see everything moving in opposite direction.
It starts making sense to my puzzled mind
I think of all the things I am leaving behind.
I see the train tracks going in different directions
and think of the many paths, my life could have taken.
What’d it be like, If I had taken the other paths?
Would it have changed the number of my breaths?
I see the azure sky, streaks of clouds and tall trees
and feel on my cheeks, the sunshine, and breeze
I love seeing the forest, dressed in brown and green.
I don’t know why but it feels so calm and serene.
In the end, the train stops and I get up from my seat.
Now, I’m back to reality; I feel the cold or scorching heat.
But my mind keeps talking to me in bewildered soliloquies
these thoughts are carved in my mind, in there, somewhere deep.
This experience is a bliss as I get to know the real “me”.
The real “me” who is hiding inside this mortal body.
During this self-introspection, I forget all my worries and pain.
And it happens every-time, I sit in the window seat of a train.