Expression, expression,
How i wish it could be my friend,
Coz ive got it all bundled inside my head,
I can understand it very well,
But the problem’s that it dosnt comes out well,
Kinda stays up there,
No matter what i do,
It wont budge a bit,
Ive tried writing, ive tried talking,
Ive tried everything,
Only to fall on the conclusion,
That for now,
I just dont know
What to do?…

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I love the unknownness of a bus,
Or a train,
Or a plain,
The very strangeness of it all,
Strangeness between two individuals,
Sitting on the same seat,
No need for acknowledgement,
No need of a friendly gesture,
No need to even exchange glances,
Or fake up a smile,
No one who knows your story,
Where youve been, where you are heading,
I love to see different faces,
Roaming about in pool of people,
For the sake of carrying on their lives,
From their talk, from their walk,
I try to imagine their life,
I love the insignificance of that relationship,
I share with the person sitting next to me,
The one who will never know me,
I love that close to invisible relationship,
I share with the person adjacent to me,
Who’ll never know me,
And when the time comes for me to get off,
The time when that relationship comes to a close,
I sometimes marvel how it dosnt even hurt at all,
To see the face of that stranger,
Sitting by my side,
For the last time in my life…


A wonderful summer,
Full of fresh sunlight,
Given out by the rise of a fresh sun everyday,
And lonely days spent at home,
Greeted me everyday as i woke up,
I enjoyed it thoroughly, absorbed those idle days  deep into the soul of my heart,
So that even if they are gone,
I can still feel them again,
Alas, now they are gone,
But their memories still remain, in the core of my soul,
What sadly beautiful days were those,
Made me  fall in love with their lonliness,
It became my companion,
Because thats the only thing i had,
Woke up to their sheer predictableness,
Yet not feeling over whelmed by it,
Isolation was never so peaceful, not a care in this whole wide world,
Each day, I welcomed them with open arms
Revelled in the protection that they offered,
Protection from the world outside,
Stepping onto which, my insecurities came alive,
And threatned to eat me up from the inside…..



Honestly, I hate these places, (especially train stations) simply coz of how crowded they are…also, i may add one  more place to this list and that is bus stations or bus stops…more than the crowd of these places, another and perhaps more important reason why i dont really like these places is because of the fact that they, atleast for me if not for anyone else, embody a permanent state of ‘wait’….yea, and i dont like waiting….whenever i pass by any of these places especially, bus stops, i look out of the window of my car to see the frowned and irritated expressions of people tired of their waiting and wishing it to come to an end either by the arrival of their bus, or of their train…
But a fact that i really like about these places is their anonymity…there are so many different unknown faces that gets you to wonder what each one of their story are….what if the girl standing besides you with her bags packed and waiting for her plane is actually waiting for another life that can only be granted to her on the other end of the world….