Trains of Thoughts
Mind is a crowded railway station Filled with the rumbling racket of the trains of thoughts Some are like express trains That pass by the station briskly With lots of ruckuses Some are like passenger trains That trundle across the station Dragging its heavy bogies Some are like trains halted for a long time Waiting for the signal to proceed Some trains make no appearance Only the sound of the horn can be heard These trains come and go quickly Some are from far far regions Some are from adjacent places And I'm the lone inept station master Who lost his flags And unable to control the trains that speed up and down I remain as a mute spectator