The Last Train Home
In the hush of midnight’s tender glow,
A station stands, where shadows grow,
With flickering lights that dance and sway,
A lone traveler waits at the end of the day.
The platform creaks with stories untold,
As echoes of dreams in the night unfold,
Each soul in the silence, a flickering flame,
Waiting for journeys, yet feeling the same.
There’s a man with eyes like fading stars,
Haunted by memories, his soul bears scars.
He clutches a ticket, the last of its kind,
A journey to closure, to leave it behind.
In whispered confessions, he speaks of his past,
Of love that slipped through like shadows cast,
Of laughter that lingered, now turned into tears,
As the echoes of joy dissolve into fears.
Beside him, a woman, her hair silver gray,
A tapestry woven of night and of day,
Her hands cradle secrets of children long gone,
Their laughter a chorus, a bittersweet song.
“I lost them to time, to a world so unkind,
Yet in every sunrise, their spirits I find.
I ride this last train to remember their grace,
To keep them alive in the heart's hidden space.”
A young man, tattooed with dreams and despair,
Leans against silence, the weight of the air,
With each breath, he struggles, a battle within,
Against voices that whisper of losses and sin.
“I chased after fortune, but found only strife,
In a world that devours the flame of our life.
Tonight, I seek solace, redemption from pain,
In the arms of this train that will carry me home again.”
As they share their tales, the clock ticks away,
Moments entwining, like shadows that play,
A tapestry woven from hopes and regrets,
In the flickering lamplight, no one forgets.
The train whistle sounds, a haunting refrain,
Calling the weary, the lost, the insane.
It rumbles through darkness, a promise of flight,
For every broken heart that seeks the dawn’s light.
And then comes a girl with laughter like spring,
Her eyes sparkle bright, as she begins to sing,
“I’m riding this train to a place of my dreams,
Where laughter is louder than all of the screams.
For every lost moment, I’m learning to fly,
I’ll carry their stories, their hopes to the sky.”
In the silence that follows, a warmth starts to bloom,
As each fragile heart sheds its weight and its gloom,
For in shared reflections, they find they are whole,
Strangers connected by the threads of the soul.
The last train pulls in, a steel serpent gleams,
With doors wide open, it beckons their dreams.
They gather their burdens, their stories to share,
Finding a home in the love that they bare.
As the wheels start to turn, and the station fades,
The night whispers secrets that the heart never trades.
In the light of the train, under stars’ gentle dome,
Each traveler smiles, for they’re never alone.
In the journey ahead, in the warmth of the night,
They carry each other, through shadows to light.
With every last station, every twist, every turn,
In the heart of the traveler, new stories will burn.
A station stands, where shadows grow,
With flickering lights that dance and sway,
A lone traveler waits at the end of the day.
The platform creaks with stories untold,
As echoes of dreams in the night unfold,
Each soul in the silence, a flickering flame,
Waiting for journeys, yet feeling the same.
There’s a man with eyes like fading stars,
Haunted by memories, his soul bears scars.
He clutches a ticket, the last of its kind,
A journey to closure, to leave it behind.
In whispered confessions, he speaks of his past,
Of love that slipped through like shadows cast,
Of laughter that lingered, now turned into tears,
As the echoes of joy dissolve into fears.
Beside him, a woman, her hair silver gray,
A tapestry woven of night and of day,
Her hands cradle secrets of children long gone,
Their laughter a chorus, a bittersweet song.
“I lost them to time, to a world so unkind,
Yet in every sunrise, their spirits I find.
I ride this last train to remember their grace,
To keep them alive in the heart's hidden space.”
A young man, tattooed with dreams and despair,
Leans against silence, the weight of the air,
With each breath, he struggles, a battle within,
Against voices that whisper of losses and sin.
“I chased after fortune, but found only strife,
In a world that devours the flame of our life.
Tonight, I seek solace, redemption from pain,
In the arms of this train that will carry me home again.”
As they share their tales, the clock ticks away,
Moments entwining, like shadows that play,
A tapestry woven from hopes and regrets,
In the flickering lamplight, no one forgets.
The train whistle sounds, a haunting refrain,
Calling the weary, the lost, the insane.
It rumbles through darkness, a promise of flight,
For every broken heart that seeks the dawn’s light.
And then comes a girl with laughter like spring,
Her eyes sparkle bright, as she begins to sing,
“I’m riding this train to a place of my dreams,
Where laughter is louder than all of the screams.
For every lost moment, I’m learning to fly,
I’ll carry their stories, their hopes to the sky.”
In the silence that follows, a warmth starts to bloom,
As each fragile heart sheds its weight and its gloom,
For in shared reflections, they find they are whole,
Strangers connected by the threads of the soul.
The last train pulls in, a steel serpent gleams,
With doors wide open, it beckons their dreams.
They gather their burdens, their stories to share,
Finding a home in the love that they bare.
As the wheels start to turn, and the station fades,
The night whispers secrets that the heart never trades.
In the light of the train, under stars’ gentle dome,
Each traveler smiles, for they’re never alone.
In the journey ahead, in the warmth of the night,
They carry each other, through shadows to light.
With every last station, every twist, every turn,
In the heart of the traveler, new stories will burn.
- Khushi Kaul
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