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    THE RAILS…

    Biswadeep Ghosh HazraBy Biswadeep Ghosh HazraJanuary 1, 2015Updated:September 20, 2024No Comments2 Mins Read
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    The sun rays slip on the polished steel, symbolizing the beginning of a new day,

    On a day like this as if predetermined by fate, we met;

    We smiled; we cried and shared our feelings by the night…

    Now as by premonition, I knew you would leave me,

    ‘What did I lack?’ I asked myself, I could feel the air around me going black;

    I cried, yes I cried for the first time; my head ready to burst…

    Our love was so pure, why did it have to end?

    I knew I was dying inside from your thirst,

    Watching the tracks I reflect, why can’t we go like the tracks?

    Hand in hand parallel till eternity?

    Memories of ‘us’ flashed by me, reminded me of the time we spent together in glee;

    And listening to incoming trains with our ears on the track…

    Here I am, dejected, devastated and disillusioned,

    Night’s fallen and I still walk over the rails (balancing myself) lest I should fall;

    WAITING FOR MY ULTIMATE MOMENT…

    A warm light falls over my body, just like your enchanting aura,

    I smile for I know not much time is left;

    I hear the whistle, tearing through the darkness,

    Echoing your cries…the time has come;

    I get a painful and deadly hug as the train collides with me…

    I can clearly see your face now; it’s carved into my memory,

    I lay between two tracks, and I can feel the soul escaping from my body;

    I NOW LIE IN THE NO MAN’S LAND…

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