Rails, Rivers and Rebels : A poem by Sarba Roy

A river flows along the car parking
of my city’s busy railway station,
and it’s almost childish the way they both
compete for the flow of life.
The banks of that river are fenced
with vacant stares of incomplete lives,
of an occasional couple with nowhere to hide,
of a lost traveller lost again,
of unrequited love, of indescribable pain.
The ground along the banks is sad-
slapped by the dirty tides,
abused by cigarette butts, piling ash,
and a corner entitled to human waste-
smelly, stale, ignored, unchanged.
But come the night blows this wind-
quiet, enough, troubled yet serene.
It helps the ferries along their way,
helps the thoughts to drift away,
helps the odours to momentarily disappear
while humans brood and contemplate.
But I wish one of these days,
a chauffeur decides to stay, to turn away
from the one he was supposed to pick up,
and lingers for a moment longer
along this endless body of water, and
along every thought he usually hides,
but fails this time to a moonlit tide.

Bio:-

Sarba Roy is the author of ‘All That Will Remain’, a collection of poems published by Writers Workshop India. An Economics graduate from Jadavpur University, he finds solace in painting, crime fiction, Harry Potter, and everything abstract. A former student of Funlish and forever indebted to Swati Bakshi Ma’am, he hopes to someday better the world through his words.

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