Anew

my train of thoughts chugs 
between thoughtful feelings
and feelingful thoughts.

scattered on the plateau of life
like low-platform railway stations
where only passengers stop.

each desolate station represents
a place I left unexplored...
a place I never wandered.

as I tread with caution and gay abandon
my mind and heart stare ahead
at the next desolate station.

at the approaching event horizon,
my end meets my beginning.
time stops.
 
Life begins anew.

A different kind of pain

It's a different kind of pain. Like...

A flower fallen on a concrete floor.
The last dew drop on a cactus.

The missed, last train home.
A tyre puncture halfway home.

Dark days. Testing nights.
Resignations to fate or god or love.

Singing the same ol' song
For some kind of consolation.

Seeking validation,
And closure...
Like that ol' book read halfway.

Confusion amidst prayers.
Bruised soul amidst clarity.

A beautiful person.
With ugly wounds and cosmetic scars.

A longing for urgency,
Wisdom, and compassion.

Assuaging your own grief
With handmade band-aids.

The leavee just leaves
But the leftee gets left behind.