घर मे हुँ
गहराई मे हुँ
तुम्हारी आवाज़ कट रही है
और दिन भी कट रहे हैं|

A passenger boards
my train of thoughts
every single day
with his reserved ticket

it feels awful to 
drop him off
and I have to run back on time
else I'll lose my track

then will the passenger
ever come back?!

or will my train of thoughts
turn into a baggage counter
one, two, three of sorts
unclaimed brief cases of lots

as reminders of 
what's forgot.