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Prathipa Nair Oct 2016
In a journey to know who I am
Lost near the bank of a river
Wondering how to reach the other side
Came to me a lotus leaf with a smile
How can I help you ?
Please take me to the opposite bank
Sitting on the leaf with paddles of frogs
Passing the lotus queen ready to bloom
Reaching literally to the destination
With the self realisation I had in this journey
Paved me a path to know my goal
Earth full blown with His divinity
I am a replica of His creation
Spreading the positive aura to others
Helping the needy with caring love
Being the meaning of my birth in this earth !
Snehith Kumbla Aug 2016
what forests are those we pass,
blazing along the railway tracks,
a tree bloom of still cranes,
stream black of ******* bane,

stench of dead city rubble,
factories of rusted cast metal,
distant cotton twilight skies,
sun slide across a bunch of wires,    

passing tunnels echo
lonely platforms, frantic gecko,
looming hillside,
crackle dry wood fire,

a god barred in lock&key, 
blink glimpse of the sea 
one rush of vision,
pebble fling at frisson,

metal-crunch rhythm,
grind music sublime,
spark, grunt, grate,
we arrive, we dissipate...
(As experienced on a train journey undertaken in December 2014)
Joshua Penrod Aug 2016
Rest now my child
Worry not what your fortune may tell
For you will always be with me

Hold fast to the path where your feet may fall
Even when your midnight eyes become oh so weak

Take my hand as I lead you on
Past every dark into the land of the living

Rhythm your heart steady and strong
To endure the good plan you are already fulfilling

“Rhythm Your Heart” -JP
Murali S Ram Jun 2016
The train halts
For the people to alight;
And I, faraway,
Find ways to **** the night.
I take out my diary and a pen
To jot down all that I feel then.

The train halts.
And with several others, I get down
To freshen up with a cup of tea.
A thought keeps lingering within me;
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought,
Hoots the train, I hear.
Asking me to get back,
For my destination is near.
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see,
And she wants me to be back on track.
Published in Vol. 2 Issue 1 of LangLit: An International Peer-Reviewed Open Access Journal (ISSN 2349-5189) under the heading 'Poems on "Time: Temporality and Transience"'.
Ronney May 2016
Either

you're going fast to nowhere

Or**

going Slowly to somewhere

~~~~~~~~
~ why do we rush through life?

~ why not just take it slow and enjoy the scenery?

~ the destination is always there but you must decide how to get there
Pauline Morris May 2016
A tiredness has seeped into my bones
My arms and legs are so heavy, they feel like stones
Can hardly keep my eye's open, they keep drifting closed
Not a good thing driving ninety down the road

Should I pull over, or just press on
Maybe I'll end up on the families lawn
Or drift off and hit a tree
Make a gory mess of me

Either one sounds just fine
Wonder what the morning light will find
What will be my final devastation
I speed up to find out which will be my final destination
jane taylor Apr 2016
The chill in the frigid night air
casts tremors of lingering shadows
upon an ancient windowsill
where a liquescent candle’s glow dims.

Peering into shattered mirrors’
silver hued jagged edges
that no longer reflect counterfeit images
a nascent paradigm unfurls in the wind.

Terrifying diminutive steps are taken
in directions au courant
enabled by years of refinement
in torrid near incessant fires.

An excrescence of wisdom
has broken the weathered mold
allowing a senescent wisdom
to shimmer a phosphorescent glow.

The venerable map leading
to this transcendent destination
is not read but perceived
through intuition’s faint whisperings.

©2015 janetaylor
address to soundcloud version
https://soundcloud.com/user-229781433/whispers-1
They ask where I want to be in ten years
And a part of me says destination you
Whatever we call it
I want to be apart of it.
Jenn Coke Apr 2016
Why am I told that I can do BETTER,
When I have found my BEST in him?

I do not sense doubt or uncertainties
Nor do I feel dissatisfaction with us.

Why should I look FURTHER AHEAD,
When he is my FINAL DESTINATION?

I do not see him as one of the stops
On my way to yet another station.

Why would I pointlessly GIVE UP,
When all I want is to HOLD ON?

I do not need to dismiss and destroy
A base without a hazardous cause.



I have had much experience with buses;
Seen numerous fancy and attractive ones,
Ridden some wrong and dangerous ones,
Avoided a handful of fake and nasty ones,
Missed a few potentially comfortable ones.

Now, if you miss the bus, you stand under the roof
And wait, because another one will surely pass by;
However, if you get up and search, you will find a cab
And you can move fast, slow, directly, or indirectly.
(Time may or may not be a reverent factor.)



As for me, I had quit searching
But I was not waiting either;
Then, a limousine carrying a man
Who had as much bus experience
Arrived and asked for directions.

Today, twelve months later,
We are each other’s BETTER halves,
Heading for the same DESTINATION,
Somehow knowing how to HOLD ON,
Across vast lands and oceans.



The destination is important, without question;
But the journey is equally, if not more, important.
Just because many doubt long distance relationships.
And because I thought of a weird metaphor to find love.
SassyJ Mar 2016
A first exclamation
Is it an approximation?
Of my imagination
Spoken determination

We are all in delusion
Sinking possibilities
Acting on this activation
A brain improvisation

A flowing dedication
Mounted city destination
Lacking in co-operation
Mounted evaluations

Investing the cognition
Is not the only direction?
Embracing the investigation
My convergence recruitment

Not even words uncovers
The layered entrenchment
Sunken lost in introversion
A day dream of absolution
For audio follow:
https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/daydream-of-absolution
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