Train, fault

Look up above,
starlight shadowed
by the flooding
city lights.

Stuck on a journey
to get back home,
from a place which for me,
is quite unknown.

Before i go on further,
question on my mind is,
why won't she have that little walk
else all these won't have happened.

Not a mere shake on the train,
heard a bang somewhere,
and we all stop
on the next available port.

All caught unaware,
till instructions came
and chased everyone out,
as staff ran across the train.

Apparently its a fire,
with the extinguishers in their hand,
nothing more was seen,
the burnt smell about to become a pain.

Now i recall,
the video that is always playing,
and talks about the worst scenario,
which we now try to avoid having.

For this moment i realized fear,
that if things were out of hand,
there's no getting out
of this basement in once piece.

So again i ask,
why didn't we take the walk?

Gloomy. Day. In.

The onslaught of the rain,
caused the downfall of a dream.
The run was canceled,
an evening to be spent under shelter.

Gloomy day,
both inside and out.
Listen to sad songs,
really doesn't help.

Listing out
and submitting to the hard facts
became the solution
to find a smile.

Give a break.
Break away.
Away from it all.
All of it.

Hearing voices,
writing verses,
makes me feels much better,
though there is still no laughter.

Why. Bother.

Why bother,
why bother,
and please spare us,
all the trouble.

Its obvious,
that you are quite oblivious,
to our thoughts,
and that is quite serious.

Why force upon us,
to come together and discuss,
that which we do not love,
though we did not make a fuss.

It was really tense,
yet it was common sense,
that stop me,
from making some offense.

Let's see how it turns out,
as people talk about,
or leave it in a corner,
in a shadow of doubt.

Replay

Sing me a sad song,
cry me a lullaby,
bleed me a poem
and remind me of you.

Not that it will hurt,
its purely for remembrance,
that it has once happened,
not to be forgotten.

And bring back
from my memories,
each and every little thing,
that has been done before.

Its not the first time,
doubt it will be the last,
for its me who have allowed it
to happen once and once again.

Digging out the memories,
from sometime ago,
and look at a replay,
that matches what is now.

No regret,
no lament,
trust in my actions,
and move on further.

Passing and The Not

So what is the problem
with failing?
Reckon it as red stains
upon some important papers.

But who is there
to give a grading
this time round
when its no exam?

Experience is a hard teacher
they say,
who gives the test first
and the lesson later.

I'll rather listen
to the person who didn't succeed
and not the one who boast
of never failing.

For it is a good chance
that he has never tried hard enough.
And that failure,
is a much better teacher.

If you are wrong
admit it,
even if you are,
much more senior.

And make yourself
the best lesson
that can be taught
to any other.