
Clicked a few hours back when I was on the bus… did not sleep a minute. Blurry because of the bus tremors.
coursing through the cities,
glorified by the lights that gleam
through the lustrous layers of fog,
dense with the sleeping breaths,
and awake, feeling its presence
from within the windows shut,
counting the seconds till we can,
because that is all we got to do,
.
we are the comrades of the night,
warm to know the other one is there,
strung with the same wakefulness,
even if distant, even if it wouldn’t last,
while I pass through these cities, towns,
half sitting, lying, on the sleeper berth,
chewing a sapless gum, to count up
their comforting numbers in my head
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being the travelling spirit is not easy as we dont often have the same connections as when we settle…it is something i have come to grips with a bit the last several years myself…
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I’ve always enjoyed the wordless camaraderie of fellow travelers on long trips.
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we take on a different head space with lack of sleep and travelling . I liked this anmol and this line so understated “because that is all we got to do”
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Whew, you have made this experience come alive for me. I have been in such circumstances (plane, not bus) where I have really wanted to sleep but could not…though everyone around me slept. Very miserable when this happens. Time definitely seems endless then.
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Great poem. Thank you.
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interesting study…both poem and photo, have experience this situation traveling…recently I discovered those silly neck pillows, which strangely helps me to at least relax as I night travel.
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I have always wished I could sleep on night journeys but have never managed it. Know those feelings.
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