PERIPHERY!

Standing at the edge of the moving train,

Between the realms of entrain and detrain,

The soothing sun kissed my skin with warmth—

It set beyond the west coast horizon, slow.

Life trembled in the cradle of my palms—

Both life and death, a matter of grip and slip.

The red arid land, tilled and blooming with breath,

Coconut, palm, and mango trees scattered in rhythm.

Powerless wires pulsed with quiet fury,

While motionless tracks ran wild beside me,

Reflecting silver light—mellow yet piercing—

As shrubs danced in the warm wind’s whisper.

The journey stretched beyond the yonder,

Carrying souls like feathers to their doorsteps yet Ponder,

This train, like life, shared one start and one end,

Moving us forward, each with our silent ache.

The summer sun flaunted its golden pride

As leaves turned color in surrender and silence.

The pages of old books fluttered in remembrance—

Of lives unread, yet deeply lived.

We cannot leave too soon, nor linger too long;

The world around us carved rules in stone.

The path may not let us choose its end—

But teaches us grace, not delay.

This journey doesn’t lead by accident—

It pauses, stutters, and moves with reason.

And like life, it stops not where we want—

But where we’re meant to.