Bearer

They came in a hurry

With their minds blurry

They raged and cried

Some tears dried.

They came happy sad or frayed,

Romantic or hearbroken everyday,

Thoughts screaming out loud,

Some down but not out.

I travelled with their lives

Everyday noons or nights,

They told me their stories,

Some ambitions,wishesh or glories.

I smiled and help them move on

Crossed the crossings forlorn,

Cushioned them on the bends

Some twists and some turns.

Today I stand alone as a former,

Quietly ensconced in a dark corner

Waiting for the grinder

A gruelling end,and a gentle reminder

Life is just like a passenger…

Gyanban Thoughts – this poem is written from the point of view of a Taxi.The title Bearer is aptly fit the sentiment of the poem.So many stories unfold in his daily life, so many travellers join him in the brief journey,yet no one ever told his story.No one ever cared what happened to him? Where was the time or need ? They were there everytime we needed them,we travelled and reached our destinations time and gain.But did you stop and care of what happened to them ? Or did you rationalise it out of your lives ? Quite similar to our lives isnt't it? How we forget those people who took us to our destinations...

Life is just like a passenger,always  looking forward to the next destination but seldom realising how important the journey was...