The last train I left…
“I didn’t miss it, I watched it go..”
they just bear your weight.
It is the train
that crosses paths every time,
carrying you
in any state —
Broken, injured or lost —
you are allowed to escape everywhere.
Nothing calls you to suffer,
you suffer in greed of your own desires,
becoming a burden for the platform,
while you could have just
caught that next train
and moved on…
Don’t watch it go this time.*
At any rate*
This train is never*
Coming back to this platform*
Ever again.*
Have you ever done something consciously? Yeah, we do everything while we are in a concious state and living, but doing what you do, having an understanding, knowing the consequences of your choices, everything set clear in your mind, reflecting in your action, you know you won’t regret this time, you know your choices will disappoint many, maybe you’ll fail your people who are closer to you,
but you’ll still do it, because that is best, no matter how bitter it is, unless and until you won’t taste it, the poison won’t become an elixir for you….
The train you miss accidentally, the people who leave without a reason and warning, the opportunities that you lose by mistake, everything that happened never give it a second thought. You don’t need to bother, it came your way, escaped your hand, don’t spiral your mind with why?
Why we always think what we missed was something beautiful? Why we wait in hope that everything that will come our way would be warm and kind?
It was the best thing that happened,
once I left a train on purpose
and watched it go.
Understand this —
It was the one I observed,
filled with people I knew,
but didn’t remember…
Because the ones who left,
deceived, deserted,
looked down on me
are no more going to accompany me
in a train even till the very next stop.
I barely remember them,
I just can recognise them if ever I face them,
but I mind that to never travel
the path they trace,
so it won’t happen.
The next time I missed it accidentally,
but before regret could hit me,
I realised it saved me from many dangers,
it was not a right choice,
but God protects every time.
Build on belief,
build on instincts,
build on real,
no more fake…
Don’t regret the train you left, my soul,
some departures save you, making you whole.And some arrivals are yet to come,
to return what they stole,
to give back what you lost,
tenfold.
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