Its a long wait , we sit , converse , create bonds but yet we all board
The line is endless yet its length is hidden
By mists of happiness and facades of forever and always

       We forgot about our tickets and unaware of our departure time , we envelope ourselves in the hysteria of the station

    A seemingly endless vast space yet we know not of the distances covered by the train

The winding path built with the metal of dreams lost , forgotten, thrown away  and hammered with the harsh tears of the passengers
Some of joy, of ignorant bliss, yet still they fall on the alloy of wishes    

     But still the eternal ticket collector , a man of few words and frequent appearances, unceremoniously forces you in
And the metal door shuts

   The train speeds off as the boarders cling on to their seats and the conductor shares his signature grin as his skeletal hands grips  the wheel

   And his oddly shaped  cane with a sharp curved metal end rests across his legs neatly on his ironed black cloak

I'm consumed with exhaustion.

Just to carry on a conversation takes every part of me to form a single word.

How long will it be this time?

I am the thinnest of glass, fragile as hell.
Barely alive but still standing.

What good is a star that burns in the space before your galactic eyes that ignited the space in my heart.
It has been on fire since then and now the conflagration is spread to my whole body and I am eternally raging with fire.
Had you ever rest your head on my spine,you would have listened to the conch shell of my heart...that slowly whispers my love in the form of reverberations...

I was thinking how could I possibly tell you how much you mean to me..
These words that I utter can only give you the faint idea of how much I love you,because the love that exudes from me cannot be compressed into words nor be distilled into actions nor be quenched with just kisses...

I am the food but not mere taste,
I am the air but not mere breathe,
I am the odour but not mere smell,
I am the feeling but not mere touch,
I am the love but not mere emotion,
I am the destroyer of time but not mere time,
I am non-consequential but not unattainable,
light is just a happening of me but I am not the light,
I am darkness.
I am all-pervaded but utter stillness,
I am playful but utterly serious,
I am in absolute sleep or in utter wakefulness,
Universe is just a happening of me and I am nothingness.