shifting hours

Place after  place 

Stop  after stop

 The  body  plays  havoc  with the seductive   sway  of the   Train.The  people  radiate a shiny isolation , their  smiles  speak of  warmness out of obligation ...to  be lost  in the never  ending tracks and the endless rounds of  Malayalam music  streaming  out  of  earphones  so   'wanna-ably' placed .

Its  a musical cacophony 

'Jailhouse   rocks'  VS '  Irritating -for-me-Malayalam opera.

ELVIS  DIES ,  as usual.

 PIECES IN REST

Quaint places 

Quaint  people 

 Quaint  food 

Stale  compartment which  has  an aroma  of leather  beaten.

a  To-die-for  AIR  CONDITIONER which  is  so  cold  that  it   makes  my   journey   more  valid.

Suddenly , there is a  group of bachelors  with  a  complex  smell  seeping  from them , i cant  understand it , its a  an enigmatic , heart  wrenching  fragrance of minced egg curry  with a  few  pegs  of  essential  country  booze levitates  from their  red misted  teeth.

the  five of them stare  at me  with  longing  readiness.

 the  waiter  intervenes with 'lunch'

 SURELY .......... 

 this  could  be  my   worst  train  ride ever .

 coming  out  of my  berth ..its  a fast  world.... 

 Mullahs  hibernating ....PROtecting their  covered halves  with   white   curtains  of  society

               The D-60  In  my  hand .. longs  for  a  click   by  itself .

 SHUTTER  OPENS  

click

 SHUTTER CLOSES 

i  sit  soundly and  listen 

 BOOze

 cards 

 booze 

 food  

 music 

 sex 

 hungry  eyes 

 religion 

 coffee.

I scramble  to my  bed again ,in my  comfortable swaying 

 the door  closes and the train  chugs -sounds  distant.my sleep  acquires my  monotonous breath .

I have drifted.

 there is a  Shout .

 i listen to it . not  bothered

  A STATION

 i  let the stink  hit my  again, its  mutual ,we feel  equal.

I Speak to the person i have  been  so  longingly  waiting   for ,he  replies with an  unusual  stir.

 i  want to  hold  him  but   right   now  i   hold the  chains  of the loo.

i  DREAD them .

The  boogie lies in  front  of me and  i try to  open the door ,it creaks and  a  gush  of  hair  hits my face ,i  wish i could  jump. To be still.  to  be motionless.BUT destiny  demands different .

 i think  about him 

HIS voice, HIS tone , HIS gush and  yet again the beep.  HE  doesn't  respond  as he does ..hes too busy .I guess i  should let  him be .

 Realisation  sinks   in ...kick the bludy no.s!@#

its  just you , the shifting  landscape  and  five  drunken  mortals  comparing you   to a  porn star

 get that straight >>

I  Make my way  back  with   another  smell.

 it attracts me to it 

 FooD 

- egg curry 

THe tracks  change and  so  do stations 

RED flag ..is  it ?