#tram
Faces unknown, side by side;
Cooperating and mingling;
Looking for a better spot, and yet,
heading the same way.
Everyone becomes equal,
Everyone pays the same fare,
Everyone has a life,
Each as complex as the rest.
Every face is new,
Every mood different.
holding some mystery,
Each different,
None less or more.
A game of patience;
Waiting to reach the end of one path,
And the beginning of another.
A hurry to get up, and get down.
A bus, a metro, a train,
An auto and an aeroplane,
The modest pace of a tram,
The coziness of a shuttle van.
The stories in a public transport,
Are things I wouldn't wanna miss.
I shall never, for the life of me,
Stop traveling in public transport.
Without it, I wouldn't be me.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
staring contest in public transport
and the stranger’s eyes
were her passport
passed the check at customs
crossed the borders of an impulse
I was hers and she was mine
until the station
my coffee daydreams
mad with jealousy
because reality was
standing true in front of me
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
I prefer avoid using the
Public transport; when i have to go
Out early in the mornings, there are
Only two ways as my commute:
The traffic jam, the real queue of metal,
Man; and the sealed can on the rails with the slingshot attached to its roof; not bad
A thing itself; but early in the mornings it is
Usually crowded with scorching, scolding
Despising each other people; hard to
Avoid thinking something negative in a
Place like this; so I would rather just walk
To my place of study; to study people and
Actions and their consequences by the
Mere observing; for ‘tis my the only work
For now: to observe and note
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
A shoeless man aboard an expedition into the unknown
With overgrown nails bathing in warmth,
Grasping a primordial camera, searching for focus
Amidst an evermoving piece of land,
Restricted to the callous one meter pane -
All that he could ever call his own.
Cautious gazing intertwined with
Tapping feet and unkempt hair.
As a poisonous addiction engulfs the air
Of which he thinks he can breathe no more
One last breath for the journey Home.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
As I take a stroll every evening
There in those woods so green
I watch come to me from afar
A yellow tram with a red scar
The tram comes from a future
I conceived in the past
A world with a ****** culture
I once designed to last
Now as I board the tram
I journey to my end
For my future is a sham
My death’s a trend
But the tram changed course
And travels back in time
For my past’s the true source
Of each and every crime
The tram moves fast
And the woods go brown
As I reached my past
I got down with a frown
It took me some time
I righted my past
I cremated my crime
Returned at last
As I strolled the after evening
Within my mind ever so green
I perceived a thought afar
Yellow, but without a scar.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
Shortly, the tram screams
in the bend of the beach road --
along with the gulls.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC