Sunday Morning Trains
New Sunlight has an aroma to it.
In this dusty, tired city
which has this absurd, timeless energy
New Sunlight has an aroma.

Early morning breeze has a feel to it.
On this empty, creaking train
racing the droplets of gentle rain
Early morning breeze has a feel.

Sunday sounds have a softness to them.
With its whispers of a long week -
it sings slowly so you memorise the feel
Sunday sounds have a softness.

New days have a shimmer to them.
Sprinkling grace over worn out roads
tossing brightness into sleepy homes
New days have a shimmer.

Morning trains have a comfort to them.
Littered with yesterday's journeys
smelling strongly of tomorrow's dreams
Morning trains have a comfort.

Sunday morning trains always take me home
Trundling through scattered roads of fragrant sunlight
Over railway tracks laid down by memory's might
Under bridges of Bombay
which sheltered me from heavy rains
which granted the sun the liberty to
trace freedom across my face.

Sunday morning trains always take me home
Returning me safely before continuing its way