May 8, 2017 Original Poetry
Train Calling
©May 8th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Your skin creases, spots appear, and time pulses
Like a slowing heart.
And Age approaches, a train that rounds the bend
Far away, then near.
And it all began with a heartbeat in love
Or in throbbing fear.
Tumbling like a diamond in the velvet dark,
A life has its start.
And life begins – learning, doing, and being,
Romance, losses, grief.
School and home, and friendships that bloom within hope,
Leap, though hurdles loom.
Prizes, applause, accolades, and success,
Trophies for the tomb.
There is nothing to take here, nothing at all,
Even what we make.
And memories, crowding round like ghosts in a dream,
Jostle for place here.
See that train come around the bend, now screaming?
Should I let it go?
If all here is maya, all is illusion,
Why does this hurt so?
And if the train’s an illusion as well
Why’s its call so clear?
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