Rails of the Mind

Yusuf achmad

The train moves steadily, carriage by carriage,
My gaze locked on a world rushing afar.
On the right, parasites cling to trees uninvited,
On the left, life’s beauty remains unrequited.

A coiled serpent lies in secret repose,
While nearby, a tranquil rooster quietly grows.
A tiger prowls, hunger carved in its eyes,
Before it, an impala dances, daring demise.
And yet, the quarrel’s cry—
It is neither the serpent nor tiger that vies.

I feel the rails beneath, vibrating stories untold,
Their iron whispers cradle burdens we hold.
The train’s whistle pierces the fragile air,
As its soul screams, burdened with despair.

Your thoughts are one rail, steadfast and firm,
While mine curve and wander, twist and squirm.
Two parallels, worlds apart yet bound,
Endless tracks where no union is found.

The carriage moves toward an unseen goal,
But the rails diverge, reflecting divided souls.