In the dream
I had reached the railway station.
Now I run through the hallway
Dodging people and baggage
Beggars sprawled on the floor
Slipping, cutting across long queues where
Travelers stood patiently
Tired, shoulders sloping, eyes vacant
Unmindful of the dust, sweat and the sullen children.
Past the metal detector and the indifferent policemen,
Frantic, I look up and down the platform and then
Speed to the stairway over the rails, to the next platform.
Now I pant, I feel pain in my chest, I gasp.
Down the steps, past the vendors of tea, water and snacks
Past the trolleys with sacks of mail.
I have this crushing dull pain
In my heart
This vacuum blowing up
Emptying my mind of all
My limbs droop, muscles melt
As waves of weariness spread up
Like invading armies of ants.
I lean back to a cold iron pillar.
On my left, darkness lifts
Unfurling the rails
Glinting in the morning sun
As the train pulls out
Ahead of me,
************* Balachandran, Trivandrum 15.06.2009