Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
ketakiPoems
My train of thoughts take me down the memory rail... Excitedly seated in the coach of nostalgia, looking through the memory window misted with teardrops...some happy some sad.. I salvage the miles and miles covered with laughter and sorrow. At some stations of the past , the train halts for a bit long, as the heart lingers in the innocence of childhood..reminiscing the aroma of countryside.. The tunnels of teenage are often revisited, that carefree attitude, just like a mountain so shrewd.. My train of thoughts take me down the memory rail.. Memory strikes such a scenic maze .. Adolescences felt like a bird freed out of the cage.. flying high with a confident rage.. A lot of baggage collected on the way , travel light !! Is the only right way.. Enduring adulthood otherwise cannot be slayed .. Jostled by reality, the train comes to a halt. The mindful chatter again starts , as i come out of my dreamy frame.... No matter how many times i board this memory train... it brings be back to the prudent stage.. where new memories are waiting to be made.
0
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
My train of thoughts.
My train of thoughts take me down the memory rail... Excitedly seated in the coach of nostalgia, looking through the memory window misted with teardrops...some happy some sad.. I salvage the miles and miles covered with laughter and sorrow. At some stations of the past , the train halts for a bit long, as the heart lingers in the innocence of childhood..reminiscing the aroma of countryside.. The tunnels of teenage are often revisited, that carefree attitude, just like a mountain so shrewd.. My train of thoughts take me down the memory rail.. Memory strikes such a scenic maze .. Adolescences felt like a bird freed out of the cage.. flying high with a confident rage.. A lot of baggage collected on the way , travel light !! Is the only right way.. Enduring adulthood otherwise cannot be slayed .. Jostled by reality, the train comes to a halt. The mindful chatter again starts , as i come out of my dreamy frame.... No matter how many times i board this memory train... it brings be back to the prudent stage.. where new memories are waiting to be made.
Written by
ketaki
32/F/India
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem