Again In the train.. Passing through mingled terrains,
I peeped outside.. Reconnected me with memories lanes,
Years gone by and in tinted I could see me changing into greys,
And Me still travelling in classes.. N me with cola n lays,
That I have been drinking n munching perhaps since steam days,
To keep my self fit n a bit of travelling trainite.. Ushering to say,
Something on my words pad with tries to put some nostalgic lines,
Bringing back memories of one mesmerizing with hearty shines,
Well who once upon the time was reigning queen of travelling clan,
Different styles n different tastes she flayed.. All with majestic elan,
With mystic luxury.. And with flamboyance of elegance n grace,
In pearls galore. . She always had an inquisitive smile on her face,
A kind of amazing diva.. With the heart of gold.. A heart that beat,
For social causes n concerns.. An angelic delight with visual treat,
Well she I believe exist somewhere perhaps with her inbuilt beliefs,
Liberal n astounding successful life I believe she enjoys in brief,
I keep this memory of her always young n fresh in my mind,
I visualise her spreading a joy.. Being loving n kind,
Nothing got changed except vanishing greys over my head,
These are now few n far in between.. Above in their shinning bed,
Only that I have to get these to stay fit and trim,
To look nice.. Evenly n tidy.. Short shining and prim,
Nevertheless.. I don't hold any walkman now n nor do I listen ganna that long,
Neither do I shed nostalgic tears thou I haven't forgotten those songs,
I do listen these on my own bed @ home.. That still remains my buddy,
Witness to all sexual feats of me.. Normal ofcourse not muddy,
Well the trains unusually get late these days for no reasons,
It can be lethargy or irresponsible attitude or perhaps a hidden treason,
I don't know n All..
I know that travelling in trains these days aren't that romantic,
Delayed trains with filth squatter around.. Spread by morons n lunatic..
