Dream traveler

In the dream I had reached the railway station. Now I run through the hallway Dodging people and baggage Beggars sprawled on the floor Asleep. Slipping, cutting across long queues where Travelers stood patiently Tired, shoulders sloping, eyes vacant Unmindful of the dust, sweat and the sullen children. Past the metal detector and the indifferent policemen, Frantic, I look up and down the platform and then Speed to the stairway over the rails, to the next platform. Now I pant, I feel pain in my chest, I gasp. Down the steps, past the vendors of tea, water and snacks Past the trolleys with sacks of mail.

I have this crushing dull pain In my heart This vacuum blowing up Emptying my mind of all My limbs droop, muscles melt As waves of weariness spread up Like invading armies of ants. I lean back to a cold iron pillar.

On my left, darkness lifts Unfurling the rails Glinting in the morning sun As the train pulls out Ahead of me, Without me.