Poem/prose on a train journey

When it comes to writing poetry, I have always refrained from it. Not particularly out of shyness, but the very fact that I am terrible at it. But as always I try my hand. This happened whilst I was on a train journey ( not again, you say.. hehe.. yeah!) and I was contemplating on things I am not good at. This was a long line of thought mind you. So many things I am not good at. But there was one I was particularly not good at and that was poetry. I never liked reading it and was horrible at penning it. I still don't know what is a poem or prose and hence, the title of the blog! So in the confines of the 3rd AC compartment, I made the valiant effort of giving it a shot. (Don't hold back on your comments/critiques/ or plain abuses because of the disclaimer. )

Dhak..dhak..dhak…

The train hobbles along,

Through the tiny openings of glass and curtain, I watch

Showing kaleidoscopic events of a million dreams.

A glimpse into their lives, we peep

Moments so fleeting, it ceases to be memorized

But we watch nevertheless

Dhak..dhak..dhak…

Amidst the slow, rumbling of wheel on track

Our eyes devour the moments

But moments so short-lived,

It desists being a memory

Where do these moments go I wonder?

To which lonely abyss are they banished?

Lived for once, forgotten forever

A moment’s glimpse, in a moment lost.

Dhak..dhak..dhak…