Sitting in the middle seat
I look around -
People next to me ,
People in next row,
The window this side,
And the one beyond.
I see trees pass by
Or is it me who left them behind,
I see bare brown hills
Bowed down by the vast skyline,
I feel fresh air tickle me
As the window rattles with smile.
I see myself walking a trail
Or is it just a wish to be out there
Wandering by the lonely flower
Asking how it feels today
What color it thinks he looks like
Or maybe it sees me different way.
Sitting in the middle seat
I look about -
Where do this journey leads
Where do I want to reach ?
Where do I really stand ?
Where is the trail I walk free.
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Written while on a train journey to jaipur. And now to breakfast on train ! How I looove that 
I really enjoyed reading this…and then I got to that it was from a train journey….I love trains…in the past,
so many wonderful memories. May you have many happy train ride memories.
Peace,
Very descriptive. I’m on the train with you
Travelling doe seem to engender a number of questions about life.
Love the descriptive passages in this. The questions are timeless, eternal; rhetorical, as they should be in good poetry, perhaps.
ah i love adventures…and would love to ride a train again…the aniticipation fo what is to come and the excitement…i feel it on this journey with you….
what beautiful words nimue….. travelling can often be thought provoking and give rise to thoughts that we usually never pay heed to…