Saturday, August 13, 2011

The journey


The world flew by,
sometimes in a blur,
sometimes not so fast,
sometimes so slow,
that i wonder how my
time would pass.

I see the world
through my window seat,
Making friends with new arrivals,
and hawkers on the beat.

Some faces will be
itched on the memory
for long,
some will fade away,
as the train moves on

Charting new frontiers
new locales to conquer
the train mirrors our lives
if only we ponder.

3 comments:

unknown poet said...

...jus gr8...:)

IRFANUDDIN said...

Nice expressions about the journey...

btw how r you doing?...glad to see you back here again..:)

unknown poet said...

@UP....thnx..
@Irfan....aap bulayein aur hum na ayein.....;)....doing gr8 bhai...:-)