07 November 2024

Entanglement

The train of my thoughts 
Has a steam engine.
Loud, shaky, and smokey
When it runs.

It forces me to cough.

The soot overpowers.
I feel asphyxiated.
But it takes me ahead,
So what's there to complain 
About?

Yes, some hop on with 
Guitars and some 
Jasmine-laden coys.
Folklores and comedy 
That I enjoy.

The hot tea and chips
That are offered and
The scenery that passes 
By when I peek outside.

But they all entangle 
Again in a short while.
Lighting, thunder and
Rain-- deluge.

Then there are sparks too-
Fire, steam, and the train
That runs. Travelling is
Messy- bad tripping too.