Monday, 3 October 2011

the railway blues collection

A poem must speak in clear simple words and while its meaning is deep and multi layered it much enchant the bricklayer and the scientist!

Metro express

It screams at you and nothing is said, the metro express passes wild eyes and misery
blistered, busted, bewildering crowds hustling, begging for their uncertain lives
unkempt streets of loan sharking, busy stiletto bees and pawn shop down and outs

nothing is said in winter coats as the train passes snippets and fragments of community
technicolor oil skins, pallet constructions and a theatre of doom flashing past commuters
white prayer flags of diapers greet you and no Dalai Lama to consecrate their desperate pleas

thriving churches, tuna tin queues at social services and thundering promises of Vaseline shiny
politicians does not change the faces of children, they look out of broken windows and see the train passing to the suburbs

nothing is said and bonds of cars, houses and the boat at home keep the travellers duct and silent

Included in a fortcoming publication "Adder&Angel" Author Myra Lochner.Topic Inner Healing

the rail that divides us

they say that the rail divides us
separating the glossy from the dodgy
barbwire streamers on our side
Babylon gardens on their side

they say that the rail divides us
separating the factories from the boulevards
customer service on their side
able bodied guards on our side

they say the rail divides us
that the train leaves for the golden city
unable to pay, what a pity. feel the iniquity

a bridge connects us
but the littered path knows no feet

Note :

Published Lyrical Passion Poetry E-Zine

that gleaming rail


pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway

these long waxed pig curled moustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming rail
that provided a town’s livelihood

my grand father worked that rail and my father too
providing me with the means
to take that broke back-heart break scenic route
out of town for good and forgetting

until now


coming back everything changed
and the fat men were now old and wiry
sitting on subsidized railway porches
looking on main road maybe thinking rail

going to that station i found it desolated
and the once shimmering humming rail all
rusted up and silent

on my knees and creasing my director slacks
i touched it and imagined the once proud spirit of it
corroding away as the blue collar folks on the porch

Published : Sketchbook,Sparkbright and the river


  1. Fabulous, well-written story. I enjoyed this one very much!

  2. lovely analysis on the railway ..
    Thanks for sharing.

  3. Its a beautiful write.. all the sections are so beautifull composed.. i liked it.. took me to journey at the various time of my life...

    liked the lines like...
    'nothing is said in winter coats as the train passes snippets and fragments of community'

    Thanks for sharing such a lovely verse and for joining in the Poetry Picnic ... Look forward to your posts on "Friends, Relationships and every one around.." next week ...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya