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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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Never

Had the wind been so quiet.
Never..
Had the sigh keen on being polite.
Never..
Had the night smelled the sleepless smoke..
Never..
Had the dawn painted a different stroke.
Never ..
did it felt like the clutches were loosening.
Never..
did it felt like the waves touch can go deafening.
But now till the end..
Never.
will those feet long for wet sand.
Never..
will those imprinted steps be followed to be found.
And never..
will those carved out promises be bound.
Cause never..
did they ever require a sanctuary of words.
Never..
did they free themselves to voice the voids.
That everytime plead..
But never did impede.
What’s wonderful indeed..
That nothing did exceed.
And nothing will ever repeat once more.
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