This is something I wrote several years ago. On a train, travelling 3-tier sleeper to Bangalore, in search for a job and a life. Snowed in by work, so I figure this'll do for a while.
Here I am, stuck in this hell-train
Speeding towards my search for a new life.
And here are three cranky children in the same compartment as I,
Dropping coconut water on my clothes
Wiping their snot on Railways property.
I seek refuge in an upper bearth
From their reach, but
Not their clamour.
Doze the hot afternoon away.
And now, as I peer down and out of someone's window, I cannot make out
on the platform we have stopped at is the shadow
Of rain-laden certainty of things to come
Or just any casual evening.