Indian Thinker : Mr Endangered Thoughts

There is a Void in My Life There is a void now in my life, A space I thought could never exist. It feels as if I’m standing in a cold desert, Nothing in sight for leagues, just emptiness. I see trees stripped bare— No leaves, no flowers, no life, Just the shadows of a glorious past. I am a sorcerer, trying to open portals To realms I imagine are bright and alive. A few doors open, then close too soon, Vanishing like fleeting illusions of hope. I crave human touch, a whisper of warmth, I see people through the portals, But they never seem to notice me back. Some speak—for a moment—and then fall silent, Like this world we share has ceased to exist. It’s hard, and it’s cold, yet I must endure, Though I don’t know how long, or when warmth will come, I must go on, until I find spring once more. The poet tweets @oru_pavam_nair The image used is AI Generated

The seats in the lounge of Vijayawada Railway Station were cold. Its been raining heavily for days . A well built station, now serving as the capital city station to Andhra Pradesh. He usually finds interest in these sort of architectural wonders but not today. His mind was pre occupied with some other thoughts. He checked his watch, still has enough time till his next train arrives. He decided to take a stroll.  The gigantic railway station had 18 platforms all well maintained, he was on platform 6. He was walking close to the IRCTC canteen. The pleasing aroma of Masala Dosa marched into his nose. Cold weather and hot masala dosa he thought. There was no hesitation, went straight in and ordered his hearts desire.  The splendid masala dosa arrived in a white plastic plate. He dipped it in the hot yellow sambar and straight to his mouth. A train swished past his platform he looked on to it casually. Through the gaps of the running train he saw a familiar figure in the next pl...