Tracks

As the train’s speed goes up a notch,

towards my home where I’m intended to go,

I see from my window the tracks besides this running train

See them get a life of their own.

They seem to move along with the train,

Gleaming from the reflection of the sunlight,

However, as they seem to race the train,

They and I share the same plight.

For these tracks do seem to create an illusion,

But with that illusion comes a restriction,

They may be in motion but can only go ahead,

For going behind is not a privilege they said.

these tracks like me are nothing but slaves,

I am of time and they are of space.

I wonder if these tracks yearn to go back in motion

The way I do, to go back in time

Back to those carefree days, 

an innocent nostalgic notion 

To live those moments of ecstasy,

To bring in to my reality a delusional fantasy

Back to the moments where many relations promised eternity,

Those relations that were thankfully forged,

To save me from the haunting solidarity,

Back to those moments of terrible fall outs

To go back and hug them, and change them to sort outs

To the moment where I was struck by the pangs of romance and trust

Even to the times when I managed to indulge my sheepish lust.

Entwining with one another as these tracks pace,

I feel the same with the ones I left behind,

Like threads of a single lace.

It brings to my mind another query,

Of existence in the other’s memories that are merry.

But damn these tracks for their dazzle broke my trance,

As I enjoyed with my memories one final dance.

I carry no qualms about going back home,

For I ain’t a vagabond to endlessly roam.

Funny how the illusion of these tracks work,

Making them reminisce and later remind,

One of life’s many a quirk

Bringing many a thought to one’s mind 

As I head home, amidst the tracks’ wonder

Comes another thought upon which I ponder,

To the destinations that I’m headed to 

To the new tracks with which I will entwine

How will this new journey be?

Like my memories will the destination be divine.