Poem: Journey in an Empty Coach

An empty train in the early morning. A journey without a date or destination. Here goes… another poem.

Poem: JOURNEY IN AN EMPTY COACH

early morning, empty coach.

A journey this far, like a tall grown tree
Roots deep entwined, writhing to be free.

A seed I was, deep inside my mother’s womb
White and withering, hurtling toward my tomb.

I lost a lot, won a little, a bit of joy and loads of strife
Oh, I love my breath, every second of it, my life.

Knots and tangles, twists and turns, all I have seen
The more I live, the more I want to than I have ever been.

Love deeply hurts, but my heart aches for love more
Life is a travesty, yet each breath seeks the thrills in store.

My first love is gone, yet soaking in the love of today
The progeny stands tall, indulging in a new forest foray.

Thinking of people who have passed and the ones yet to be born
This moment, this dawn, in this empty coach I travel on

Left alone wondering in this empty coach, every chapter’s end
No full stop in this sentence, a comma, then a twist and bend

A moving coffin embalmed in air-conditioned silence
Time stripped of its meaning, only my breath makes sense

Noisy thoughts within, my verses becoming my friends
Frozen in ink, my existence beyond my inevitable end.

The greens whizz past but the blue stays put with me
The empty coach reminds us that life is a lonely journey

The past fades into memories, future smiles as hope
In this empty coach, with me together, here I elope.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024

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