8th July, 2010 1:30 pm.
Jammnagar Inter City Express
I boarded the train to Ahmedabad from Surat. It was raining hard. I was irritated. The train passed over the rivers and plains. The effect of the rain comes to life when you see it from a river side. You can feel the rain falling from the dark clouds. The winds trying to show its might and ruining the clouds while the river enjoying each droplet kissing its soul. The dry plains went wet in a minute as the rain unpacked its arms over the orb. I felt the sky’s love for earth. I thought of my love which was far and life had travelled miles. Life was too far to let me excise my control over it. The war seemed to be endless. The destinations in life seemed like a carrot hanging in front of my face which moved with the pace I walked. The world seemed like a spinning top with I at one of its edges giving my fortunes away…!
Love was far…
Life was away…
His God too vague…
To enlighten his way…
The rain and its droplets…
Wetted his soul all the time…
And the pain from the heavens…
Questioned his existence every now and then…
The seas of happiness died the way they can…
And the salty sand ruined the merry plains…
The dark rainbow;
Darker the sunshine…
Those praying hands and rolling chants…
All lost in the winding ways…
Love is still far…
Life is still way…
What mattered in the end was his luck…
This too parted the thorny ways…!
Amit Purohit The Lone Soldier
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