So today I am on the train.
They have set up the twenty-two suitcases we are carrying among the ten of us,
I have fulfilled my duty of ordering the dinner as the eldest kid on the journey and secured myself the window seat.
My brother insisted that I let him use the window seat but I decided to be selfish today, because I want to be a girl on the train.
I want to watch life go by me outside the window
I want to get to know things about those people without telling them anything about me.
So today, I be selfish and secure Myself the window seat to watch life go by.
And I must tell you that there is not a better way to know how much our land bustles with life than to watch it all from a train window.
Trees, hedges,
Barren lands, fields,
Cows, people
Cars and bikes.
That swing set tied to the tree on the farm in front of me could be the favourite place of a kid I will never know.
The girl or
The boy will remember that swing set as one of the best memories of their childhood and I will remember the same swing set as a vague memory or even forget it, but as I write the swing set into this poem I am invading a to be special memory of this kid from when they become an adult.
This thought makes me tear open the pack of salted Banana chips in front of me.
Now,
I could be over thinking and all but I realise how much this act of mine could affect someone else's existence.
By someone else I mean that manufacturer who decided his entire life could be about packing salted Banana chips for other people.
This thought undoes the lock to a window in my brain and I realise how all of my actions could affect them people.
For instance, I'm listening to this song called 'Promise' as I write this poem.
And I wonder if,
Me listening to this song could mean anything to the artist who art it into existence.
I mean could it be like how I am affected when someone reads any of my poetry.
I have these thoughts all the time.
But, being the girl on the train has only intensified them.
I have these thoughts all the time,
How I am connected to my poetry.
How you're connected to my poetry.
And how we're connected to each other through this poetry.
And,
How you're connected to my poetry and you're connected to something else or someone else, I don't know anything about and how I am connected to them through you.
Look at this like a tree diagram they make you do in the theory classes like-
Me
Poetry
You
Something else.
We're all connected somehow to everything and everyone.
And today as the girl on the train this is what I learn.
I am awed.
