A Journey.

People. Different People. I see faces with expressions, thoughts. Some worried. Some just plain happy. Some innocence. Oh! No, I ain't a face reader. The mind perceives what it sees. It is a way to keep oneself at bay, away from boredom in long Journeys. Then there are those looks, which convey disinterest. Just the first itself, says it all. That's  what I was on a hectic-messed up Train Journey. I never liked Trains. And the journey in it. But sometimes, one has to travel in time of need. And no again, I had no need, no sense of urgency. Call it escaping, getting back or whatever. 

I was home (Ahmedabad) for almost near to a month; a few more days and a month would have been completed. And my birthday could have been celebrated among the loved ones. But No, I had to do the hard way. Last minute planning, I set out and came back to the place I am staying now - Bangalore. And now I feel, kind of different. Something has changed and I don't know what the hell it is. :/ May it is the aftermath of a heinous journey, or so I call it. And the journey was hectic. I wished I had a Tab. I could have watched a movie in between besides writing. And though the laptop is packed safely in my backpack, I hardly opened it since it has a very very long lasting battery(Sarcasm). But I had to read the posts. So, I did open, read a few, commented on a few. So, anyway That was it.

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Children crying, Children playing

People talking, People shouting, 

I listening songs, I Writing down. 

So, here it goes...

A child I saw, Just aged three

Bid farewell to his mom

To stay with his father.

A old man I saw, Troubled he looked, 

With great difficulty in his oldness

Did his work without anybody's help

A young Man I saw, Smiling he looked

But confused he was, a bit

Talked to all, like all were his own.

An old lady I saw, too talkative she was

Had to carry, more than she could manage

A young girl I saw, Busy she looked

Keeping herself awake till midnight, 

Work she did on her laptop.

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Between confusions and Dilemma, 

A game that the mind played

He took a pen and a book, 

And wrote, that he himself never understood.

Battled he, all way long, 

Keeping himself busy, 

With work unknown, But

Wished the time moved a bit faster.

Woke up in the middle, 

Baffled he was, 

Looked at the watched, 

And sighed! Not even five minutes?

Spent a sleepless night, 

For the situation was such

But he cared the least, In mind

He said someone else is happy. 

Okay. Fine. That officially sucked. I tried, but I guess I just failed. That usually doesn't happen to me. (Yeah, I was Kidding) Lets' call it the Jet lag... wait... Journey Lag...wait not even that.. whatever-it-is lag. So, I was sitting all the way with a pen and a book as if I was a big writer of some sort. No Kidding. People were thinking you were doing some homework/assignment which you didn't do. Seriously? Damn! But...I ... hmm.. err... (Nothing to say). 

Kiddin' :P

Anyway, here is goes the daily thing...

P.S. : So, I have been thinking about poetry, I mean worambling a lot. So, I ended up whatever that is I just wrote. And these Illustrative images that I am uploading are from the Internet, Don't know the exact source.