Forgotten Train
Hey guys, it’s been more than a year since I published my first blog.
When I started focusing on perfection, everything became stressful. The more I tried to get everything right, the more I lost touch with the joy of writing and the flow of words that would float in my mind.
But through it all, the train has always been my creative space, cuz it is the place I started reading and writing. Wherever I need to go, I travel in train. Even with so many people around me, I would be in my element — lost in thought, yet completely present.
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These poems were born in those moments, surrounded by young children full of curiosity, old people with stories in their eyes, busy ones who are always on a call, college students dreaming of their future, working women and men with responsibilities on their shoulders. And amidst it all, the most peaceful thing — the passing by trees and plants outside the window — always calm and greeting me.
The cool wind in the air;
The cool breeze on my face.
Everyone on their own path;
Everyone on their way.
The plush cushions on the train;
Moves me without any strain.
The crowd in the train,
I’m one in the crowd.
Stop by stop, the train goes on,
I will stop, until my stop, comesss on.
