A Magical World
Published by Sanket Rathod under late, magical, station, train, world on Monday, March 30, 2009It's a magical world.
Mid January summer,
Saturday night Melbourne,
Flinders St. station crowd.
A dead escalator,
20:00 Sydenham just missed!
A broken bag strap,
And an undone shoe-lace.
The day-work fatigue,
Baking dusky heat,
With stench of smokes
And beer in air.
It's a magical world..
Babel of over 50 tongues,
Yet easily people converse.
My YPK3 on low batt.
Birds feeding on litter,
Blowies buzzing over head
In a crowd of five hundred
On platform five.
The 20:14 Sydenham
Only half an hour late.
What more could happen?
Then a dusty wind swept!
It's a magical world.
Hasty blinks, some eye-rubbing
Is all that it really takes.
A little imagination too.
A purple red horizon,
Silhouetted birds against sky,
Light mist fogging the air,
With some rosy fragrance.
The whole world is fairy lit.
The playlist's too my favourite.
But has an outta-place chime
Definitely that of your anklets.
It's a magical world.
I look for you in the mist,
What more to see I'd wish?
The 20:14 arrives smoking!
2 comments:
Imageries well depicted and not to forget the flow :)
A day of your life? ;)
Sounds interesting :P
not a regular. but yeah, a day of my life!
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