IN THE MOVING TRAIN

Among a silent crowd

A midst a million thought

On a dark morn

I saw a ray.

A ray of hope

A spark of joy

A drop of tear

Fell from my eye.

I know not why

Why should I cry

A journey to end

A new one to begin.

The nature plays 

A salient game

It flies to run

Eyes run to fly.

A help from sky

Winds tear the fragile fabric

Sun peeps the cloud

A call from the world.

Little thoughts of past

Few future plans

Bricks the present

Builds up a poetry.

MISS YOU

Sometimes out of the blue,

                                                                                                    I want you;

To miss me too.

 Gone are the days,

All those have become past,

But still in my memory

They'll remain till the last.

Those talks,those walks,

Those waiting, those meetings;

The things that I only possess,

Are still debating.

 No claim, no blame,

No words, no promises

 Is what all I want.

If you still wish

If you still feel..

 That I was not wrong;

Forgive me and oblige me.

 For I am here

Weeping, all alone...