“Its my time”
said this train..
A train whistling and growling..
passing through my window…
I can look outside..
sitting on my bed
I can feel the “time” passing by
This never looked so momentary like now
this always passed very slow
Sometimes this felt like never passed
from a long time….
Spending time with myself ..
I could see crossing seasons in a few hours…
No calendar could alter my days..
no clock can alter my time..
I can’t see through this window..
In a moment why is this dark outside?
Is it night ?
or eclipse for a while?
Or longer?
…
I believe of the day
When I can hold the sun for whole day..
When I can close eyes in dark nights
and open only when light comes in the morning..
when I can
Rise like a bird..
Chirp and sing like bird
Fly and spin like bird
When I can also knock on my window like a bird..
..
..
I see again this train..
passing..
And I can feel the intensity..
Longing for a time..
When I also can say
“Its my time”
'Soulful' 