Of Travelling

These compositions were composed while journeying from Hyderabad to Delhi with my parents; a dragging 24-hour journey, it was!!

We speed past cozy little towns,
huts with brick-tiled roofs,
not more than fifteen of them huddled together...

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Our eyes cling on to that lone hut,
nestled in the farms,
as they speed past us to horizon..

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We feel the wind in our hair
and the rain in our face,
 as we watch the trees dance and sway merrily...

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The river flows from beneath us
and we cling on to the door of the railway carriage,
 dauntlessly looking down the depths, at the hasty waters...

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The air outside does not compare
To the forced air made by man,
Especially if the air outside carries with it,
The scent and the anticipation of rain,
The music of the wind
And a panorama of imagination-kindling clouds...

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The train rocks us back and forth
And like in a cradle,
A likeness of sleep takes over again..

We've spent the better part of our journey
Travelling the realms of our dreams
And yet again, are we drawn under...

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The sun, shy after having just woken up

Peaks at us; clouds break apart:

Allowing him to go over his morning stretches...

Yet again do the clouds cover him

As if screening him for his ablutions

And then does he reveal himself whole,

Cascaded by the scattered clouds,

Lining each of them, silver!

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Miles after miles of fields pass by

Well bordered and well watered

The sunlight glints off the water,

Breaking off into sparkle where it touches the surface.

Leaving the water there,

Looking stunning as diamonds...

19-07-2014

~N