by Unknown 07:57 0 comments

We are what remains,

Of words not spoken,

Of roads not taken,

Of thoughts that lost direction,

Of dreams that lost action.

I recently had a train of thought while waiting for my train to arrive at the platform. The train was still almost half an hour away and I needed to kill some time. It has for me become a rather 'rare' habit as they call it these days to observe people around me. I tried to detach myself from where I stood into the shoes of those around me waking up into a chaotic world driven by confusion, anxiety, judgement, innocence and deceit. Joy and happiness were nowhere to be seen. I looked into the people's eyes for inspiration and all I got were hollow, empty stares of frustration and hurry. Their eyes had lost their shine, Everybody in a small little world of their own tamed by the lashes of modern civilisation. Everybody had a set destination and a bag full of expectations to keep it company. They marched on like the dance of the puppets into a future tinted with the illusion of certainty. Hundreds of people with millions of dreams. There were present children too who traded their curiosity for I-pads.  We are so attached to material aspects of life that the small things that bring true happiness are no longer of any value to us. We so very often take them for granted.

I scanned with great anticipation, my whereabouts hoping so desperately to find someone who would restore my faith in humanity. There were a few homeless malnourished children who had a thirst for curiosity in their eyes  but no means to feed it. Their ambitions and innocence slowly fading away into frustration and ignorance. I hope someday I'd be able to bring back their shine and give me company in gifting this nation with a new perspective. But at the very least my plan had worked and my train arrived at the station ready to carry the burden of the thousands of passengers riding on its shoulder. I waited for everyone to rush in through the doorway before it would be free for me to make an entrance. I met with my parents as planned for a trip to a temple in Karnataka called the Mookambika Devi Temple. Apart from the miracles it promises(because God never ceases to present miracles to the believers) , it certainly is a haven of immense energy to the receptive. It was a night train and me being tired was quick to slip away into deep sleep for a tiresome day lay ahead of me.