This is what I have always imagined it to be.
I am a train moving swiftly across a sea.
Just like my heart,
The interior of the train is neat and orderly.
The people I acknowledge
Are the ones sitting on a train bench.
They travel along with me
Until they reached their journey.
I have memories of my pals in my brain.
Of all the times they spent in my train.
Few passengers are kind enough to recreate
And create an atmosphere of bliss.
While few tear the covers and seats.
I respect those who are mindful of what they ought to do
And those who never stay out of focus
Though they see colourful rainbows.
I know my destination
Or maybe I'm trying to find one.
My track is fixed.
I know it's somewhere near those beautiful mountains.
High up in the skies.
Surrounded by baby blue clouds all over.
There might be many ways to reach it.
But I'm sure the toughest way is worth it.
I love my passengers.
They make me forget my worse.
I know that they have their own home to reach,
Till then why don't we celebrate in the beach..
Nothing is eternal, my love.
Don't chase people because maybe their goal isn't high above.
Every moment has to be cherished.
Don't try to read in between the lines you have already read.
Only few last till the end.
And I know I belong to fairy land !
