from the train

after Munna — a stranger/friend from the train

the train that never arrives
may have already arrived —

he stutters and rushes his way through
many words, obliging the falling dusk
with his innocence and resolve, light
as a feather, sturdy as the city sky
of many colours, all dreams cupped
carefully in some determined sighs.

he had ventured for his truth, a strange
smile on his lips is the worldly gain of
wonderment and curiosity, so stark
against an empty coach and a dark night,
all that we carry atop our shoulders. for
a little while, we can see each other —
strangers, friends of an equal station,
comrades to find the extent of our beliefs.

he lives in a place of a hundred fates,
i can hear him speak in broken-breaths
and amid lilting laughs, that make
the sky a little less harsh, and the hope
of a journey less jarring, and all things

a bit more open to light (not often
found in a new city or a new day).

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© Anmol Arora

Linking it up with the Tuesday Platform at WRT.

Also, it’s been eight years since I started this blog. Woot! It’s been so long — I will perhaps make a separate post about the same. I just wanted to mark the occasion here.

12 thoughts on “from the train

  1. I think I understand that are finding yourself in a new place Anmol. There is a bittersweetness to the excitement of discovering a new place for yourself, because it is tinged with a bit of loss for the old. I enjoyed this write, and I hope your transition and acclimation holds more excitement than uncertainty.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly heartfelt, Anmol! ❤️ I love the intricate details and observations in this poem especially; “he lives in a place of a hundred fates, i can hear him speak in broken-breaths and amid lilting laughs, that make the sky a little less harsh,” there is a new and powerful energy running through your verse 🙂 which puts me in the mind of a couplet by Ghalib

    arz kiya hai …

    “Bazeecha-e-atfal hai duniya mere aage,
    Hota hai shab-o-roz tamasha mere aage.”

    PS: Congratulations on eight years of blogging! Woot! May there be many many more! ❤️

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  3. Great, Anmol. That meet/pause, at the station. Sort of like blogging this era. Congratulations on your eight years!!! I started in December 2005, two are still regular blogs, two others I have not completely abandoned.
    Readers are what keeps the blogs going, plus a little commradoamy. Again, like life, so many will come and go in your life. A hint, look in Facebook. Several of my ex blogging mates are now FB friends.
    ..

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  4. I think I’ve been on that train, Anmol! These lines describe us all at some point in our lives:
    ‘…light
    as a feather, sturdy as the city sky
    of many colours, all dreams cupped
    carefully in some determined sighs’.

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  5. Love that last verse… the place of a hundred fates is a good thing, isn’t it? As if there are 99 more options… good luck in this new phase of life, Anmol.

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  6. Kerry says:

    Eight years is a note-worthy commitment to blogging. And this poem is a fitting commemoration of what may be gained from meeting up with strangers and learning from them on life’s journey.

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  7. Susie Clevenger says:

    Eight years, congratulations! The journey takes so many unexpected turns, brings so many new sights, people. lessons. I never want to stand still.

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  8. Woot! Congrats on your eight years of blogging!

    This piece reminds me of airports and train stations I’ve been to at the very beginning of a vacation to somewhere new. The promise of new discoveries to make takes away a fair amount of travel fatigue for me.

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