Monday, February 15, 2010

Episodes from a travelogue

Dumping my life into a backpack,
I’ll put on my sneakers and a t-shirt black.
Running to catch next train at the terminal,
I’ll start my journey around the world.

I’ll listen to songs along the way.
Till the battery runs out and I can no longer play
That’s when I’ll turn and strike a conversation,
With the person who got in at the previous station.

We’ll share stories of all the tense.
And that’s how my journey will commence.
We’ll share a tea and I’ll buy him food,
Spend my last penny for a companionship so good.

Soon it’ll be time to say goodbye.
I’ll tell him, “It was a pleasure, I can’t deny.”
He’ll wave at me and I’ll do the same.
And journey resumes thinking of the stranger without a name.

14 comments:

Vicky said...

:)

Sneha said...

nice

Anonymous said...

beutiful poem.

THE REBEL!!! said...

i can just imagine you while reading the poem. Loved it...! :D

Sudhanshu Verma said...

nice...

The Right-err said...

thank u guys...But you can do better than monosyllabic replies...:P

Kruti Desai said...

All that your poem makes me say is - let's do it! NOW!

Great to have you back. Keep writing more often dodo!

The Right-err said...

@ Kruti - Thank you for liking my poem. N m happy to be back..:D

Pooja said...

Can I be the stranger?

The Right-err said...

@ Pooja - why you want to be a stranger? You are my friend and you can accompany me on my journey. Just you'll have to bear all my jabbering. :) :P

Pooja said...

That's what I wanna escape :P

The Right-err said...

Well I think its a mutual feeling :P

calmetoisis said...

Hey...i really liked this one :)
- Prashant -

The Right-err said...

@ Prashant Thanks again for liking it...:)