The train moves
Swift and sometimes restrained
Hopeful , fast ,speeding 
Sad and slow
as my thoughts
The scene outside changes
from parched landscape
seeking rain
To a green patch with paddy
There are large Junctions
crossing paths
and to break the monotony
Some smaller stops
They are all on my way
each with its own role to play
These droplets of rain
on my window
every one a reminder
of a place or a person
The train gathers speed
approaching a new horizon
and the drops fade one by one
with a force that breaks them away
What’s left of them
will be soaked in by the sun
And the promise of a new day
भागती जाती है रेल
कभी तेज़ कभी रुकी रुकी सी
जोश और उत्साह
निराशा और दुख
जैसे मेरा मन
द्र्श्य बदलता रहता है
सूखी धरती
आसमान ताकती है
फिर आ जाते हैं हरे भरे खेत
लहलहाते हुए
बडे जं क्शन आकर
राहें बदल देते हैं और
छोटे छोटे स्टेशन छूट कर
मिटाते देते हैं सफर की ऊब को
ये सब मेरे सफर का हिस्सा हैं
और सबका एक किरदार है
ये जो बूंदे हैं ना
मेरी खिड्की के शीशे पर
याद दिलाती हैं
किसी और वक़्त की
किसी और शख़्स की
तभी रेल बढा देती है रफ्तार
नये क्षितिज को पाने के लिये
ये वेग यादों को ठ्हरने नही देता और
एक एक कर बूंदें धूमिल होनें लगती हैं
जो शेष रह जायेगा इनका
वो कल का सूरज सोख लेगा
रह जायेगी तो बस उम्मीद
एक नये दिन की
~ By Aahang
~ The picture was taken by me en route to Bhopal near Eastern Ghats



A Nice Post. Good to Read.
the poem is so nice .. poignant and sensitive, don’t know what to say. Very good !
I am not able to count how many times i traveled on a train, but i am definitely sure that each journey has a memory associated with it. Such is life!
There is something romantic about a journey or rail and road which gets missed out is a more business like environment of air travel or may be money makes people colder.
a good reflection of the journey of life, filled with several memories, people, stations of life and all……and everything fading away for a new begining.
and the poem is good in both languages, though i like the hindi one better
I like the troughts and crests of happiness and sadness, the highs and lows and the greys that your poems and stories reflect. somewhere a refelction of our own personality perhaps…
Pain and pleasure are both important in life as each fulfills the other.But change is often associated with discomfort so it has a larger role to play in shaping the world around us.