It was a clumsy Sunday afternoon,
The crowd was less than usual…
Time always seems to be ticking very fast when you’re in a hurry…
I just arrived at the station and boarded my train just on time…
It was about to leave when I just kept my bag in the rack and sat on my berth…
The scene was very silent for regular Indian space,
But as usual, like in every journey,
My eyes kept searching for a familiar face..

To my left corner, I saw you,
Calmly seated by the window aisle…
The wind playing with your bangs as they skid across your face…
You sat there, with the full glory of beauty and fame…
I was just hooked at you from a distance…
Awed…
Accepting my fate,
Lowering my head in shame…
A mysterious symphony was all could feel, all I could hear…
With each beat, the joy and agony felt near…
The meticulous cut slices of my heart began to burn,
Deep-rooted wounds began to turn,
Into something raw that never healed,
Unrequited love,
The guttered emotions, calling out to be unsealed…



That face, there was too much for me to fathom…
I saw,
The long hairs that I said would look good on u..
The hole on your right canine still looked cute when u smile,
Complimenting it, was the mole in your chin…
That playful laugh was still active,
And the scorching sun reddening your skin…
Your eyes had the perfectly curled eyeliner along with the kohl…
That still instantly takes my heart for a stroll,
To a place of spring and cold…
A reverie of togetherness,
And a dark reality to behold…
Your incessant playing with your earphones hasn’t changed a bit,
And so is your uncomfortable experience in a local train’s seat…
Your book catching glimpses of me when you irritably adjust on your seat,
I just hoped you looked at this admirer…
Instead of ignoring me and looking at the streets…

Years have passed since,
I noticed you’ve grown into a woman now…
Though the looks seemed familiar,
Yet…
The person was too different, too distant..
The path between us laden with bloody scars,
As I was just a moon in your sky full of stars…
Blessed with a heart but eyes that can’t mourn,
Like the sponge that soaked all, later only to be discarded and thrown…
I guess I can’t abandon your thought…
Too much meat beaten for my life to be taut…
I can neither forgive nor forget…
Not giving into hope,
Nor the hate…
It’s just the love that remained and rest is accepting the fate…