Stranger

There is yet another train at the station today,
yet another set of faces.
Some happy, some sad, and some aimlessly gazing into a distance.

They look through me once again today,
like I’m not there at all, like I was never there.
I stand there playing my little game, guessing where they are headed to and why they have to go there.

The twinkle in his little eyes tell me that he can not wait to see his grandmother.
The paleness of her face suggests that she might have lost someone very dear.

The family I see there is apparently shifting to a new city,
carrying suitcases in which they have managed to pack all their fond memories.

Each one is fighting their own battle in some way or the other.
They are all in the same train but their journeys, so different from each other.

This station is a destination for some and just another milestone for the others.
Their faces are all unknown to me and yet their emotions somehow so familiar.

Amidst all the noise and clutter, I stand still as the trains pass by one after the other, and wonder if anyone would ever pause for a moment to acknowledge this stranger.