Too dark, too cold...yet I stay bold

The night is too dark to see.

Questions keep coming, why am I paying the constant fee?

Again and again, despite knowing the service is shrewd.

Is it the moon, or the eyes?

What has made me blind to see.

Is it really dark, or I am blindfolded?

Pitch black dark. That is what I see.

I see no one on this barren planet, of my kind.

I see others though, who doesn't seem to have a balanced mind.

It feels too cold here, where was the life?

The eerie cold...is it due to the dark, or is it the presence of the non-kind?

Questions still keep coming, why am I still here?

Again and again, the steps seem to move in a circle.

Is it the non laid out path out of here, or is it the unwillingness to work?

What is keeping me from going to real life?

It feels too quiet here as well. Dead quiet.

Is it the ears, or have I traveled to a planet that has no air?

The voices I used to hear,

that kept buzzing in the ear,

the expectations they had,

I gotta accept that it didn't felt bad,

the vision they saw,

even if it was complex as a jigsaw,

it felt good...

even if I wasn't in a right mood.

It all faded away,

something kept me at bay.

Ask whether I am going back, I say nay,

Future beholds, just wait another day!

said the traveler, "Make way!"

The traveler knew, where to go

There should be a way that makes other say,"Woah!"

That's where he was headed, he said

Focus, he needed more of it

Strength, he needed to gather bit by bit

Vision, he needed to make the way well-lit

Perseverance, he needed to be an all-time hit!

He moved, without paying any heed

The success story was being planted, seed by seed

The people were there, to offer him weed (here, distractions),

yet he ignored and moved on, doing all the good deed.

In pursuit of true happiness, happiness, happiness...

A Stop Too Expensive - Journey of a Train that never stops.

The staff of the train took pride,
saying that it has the smoothest ride.

It was moving on a journey,
which was a large distance,
destined to follow the schedule.

The train was restless,
However, the journey was not aimless.

Something peculiar appeared of this train,
Others, would carry passengers and weights
but this one had none, for the crew said
the train never makes a stop.

It continues its voyage, with an aim
It continues on its lone journey,
For the train knew that, each minute wasted,
was a lost opportunity, which would never be tasted

It was a self-sufficient train,
the type which runs in snow, sun, storm or rain.

There was this one time though,
the crew recalled, not so long ago
"One" boarded train, promising to join till the end,
for that one...the rules were bend,
something never done before,
many protested, many contested,
but the train had left the station behind.

As the journey went, "one" began to realize,
nothing special 'bout it, its all lies,
First time in history, train was stopped,
so that "one" could be dropped.

Whats happening? asked the crew
The silence left them with no clue.

They waited, morning, evening, night & day,
in hopes which couldn't let them go away.

The passenger never arrived, they said,
despite of all the hopes they laid,
Crew master was all enraged,
He felt the train was caged.

Each second of stop it made,
Goodbye! opportunities were bade.
Everyone realized, their wrong
but eventually it made them all strong.

Train continued, never to stop now,
still, "One" was worth a bow.
Each second lost, attached itself with more cost.
Too expensive was that stop,
Never again would it be done, as they wish to be on the top.