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A Railway Journey

Recently, I went to Calcutta to attend a marriage. The journey by rail took about a day and a half. It was tedious yet enlightening in a bizarre sort of a way. I tried to capture this experience through a few haikus. Hope you enjoy them!!!
Any travel/observance haikus that you might have written are welcome.


I. THE JOURNEY
A blur of colours
—camouflaged with my weird soul—
glimpsed in black and white

II. A.C. 2 TIER
The insomniac
train charges old, tired landscapes—
rails warp in the sun

III. OUTER SIGNAL
The weary train chugs
out at last: one latecomer
does a final sprint

IV. NOCTURNAL VISIONS
On platform no. 10
rabid dogs accentuate
their puerile choler

V. THE TINTED GLASS
The yellow-green land—
unwillingly soused in heat
burns to thin red dust

VI. IDIOSYNCRACIES
The branded morons
plunging into compartments
without rhyme or rea’on.

VII. THE CLOCK STOPS
At night, the violent
serenity murders rude,
callous wakefulness.

Comments

I enjoyed your journey, thank-you for the vivid pictures
all good but my favourite is number three.
Nicole Braganza said…
...now Im nostalgic for a nice home-grown story. How about a charming Bengali tale, which Im sure you could write to melt all our tender hearts..??
(Was that flattery enough?)
Pat Paulk said…
Excellent trip dairy in haiku!!
iamnasra said…
Its nice to be here... Long time I can not recall when was that..I love your Haiku..Your ride by the train reminds me my first ride by train as young child with my Dad. I willl never forget the feeling of being on train and being with my Dad. The terrain of Africa was great I was travelling with my Dad in Kenya..Thank you for reminding me about it
Some train trips are isolation and insulation, others are exposure. For all the discomfort, the latter are the most aware. Nice trip!
Shubhodeep said…
finn >> thank you. unfortunately, i could not put up the pics.

sue >> welcome, as always.

cj >> first VI, now III; hope the rest of them are selected as favs. as well.

nic >> i've almost finished writing a sequel to Delirium, if you remember it. hopefully, up by next month.

pat >> thanks. visit again.

silvy >> yay, #4's also on the list. that makes it 3/7

nasra >> welcome back. you must write about your travels sometime.

russell >> it is when we travel outward that we most reach into our selves

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