UNTIMED TRAIN

Untimed train

Untimed passengers

Often their eyes are closed

Communication through hearts are blocked

Each and every is a compartment

Planted themselves

In ugly external views

Afraid of morality

When sparrows came to tell the story

their eyes were plucked out

And fixed on the pages of books

At the crows of the sea crows wings  

Their ears Held tight

In the calendars, Black and Red Characters

are running faster than the train.

They were panted at the black stations

Without colliding on the iron rails,  

pain in their abdomen remains

When getting down 

I and you told to no one

No sent off or good byes

Even the memory has dried up.

To the time when it doesn’t exist

A cyber journey….. 

Or an empty journey…