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