I lie by your side, throughout the journey.
Sleepers kept us part though made it possible to carry.
Clickety clack of carts of old trains so heavy.
So near but so far, it is our destiny.
Although we travel side by side till infinity
I have lost hope of intimacy.
My love my life my eternal beauty
I say a silent goodbye though I do not have anybody.
Whispered a rail in the ears of the other before it was crushed by the train yet again.
Walking on rails.
We have old rail system in our country, Sri Lanka. One of the most beautiful in the world. It was a gift from British who ruled for 150 years. Yet it is not fair to call it a gift as I am sure many have worked in these projects for minimal wage and even died. But now today after so many decades later still it is functioning. Steam engines are replaced by diesel engines from Germany. Yet rails remain the same. I am sure although one rail lies close to the other few feet apart the never have met each other for a chat. Just like some of us. How many we have met in the past. Yet carry on with life like strangers.
What about your next-door Neighbour. I am sure after a couple of words exchanged in the beginning, when you moved in, they went silent. Like the other rail, they carry on another life. Maybe until the funeral of that old couple you would not cross the path.
What about the old couple next door. They seem happy together. Yet I am sure they have secrets; they have kept from each other. Maybe it's about a story that happened a long time ago when they were young. And they know each other and ❤️ each other so much that they cannot share this without hurting the other. So, they keep these secrets in hidden attics of the memory until they are dissolved in dementia.
What about the young girl and the boy. Who sit opposite each other. Every day on the train. They share some glances on each other while the other one is not looking. The presence of one makes warmth in the others heart. Yet when the train comes to a halt they walk on different paths. To repeat the journey again tomorrow until they move on with life. I am sure this is not uncommon unbelievable or unnatural story about every teenage. If it wasn't for the sleepers, rails would have moved apart. And it is the same sleepers which keep them looked at a distance from each other.
Whispers of a rail
This is what rails whisper in silence. I used to walk on the rails when I was younger, occasionally even now. And I was surprised how they are perfectly not fit into a stride of a human. Always I had to be mindful about the next sleeper to prevent trip and a fall.
What about you? How did rails change your life. I am curious to know 🤔.
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