Long queues amidst the hustle-bustle,
Impatient and tensed, folks struggle.
The escalator,when there’s time in hand.
Stairs to dodge the crowd in a minute’s span.
Victorious ,they share a similar spark.
At 9:45, their journey starts.
Vibrant colors,complements her smile.
Faded blue justifies him fine.
Her invasions into the music land,
His trials for a place to stand.
Messed up hair,she tussles to tie,
Neatly done, he fails to mesmerize.
To the tapping of her feet,
His secretive adoration yearn to speak.
Her anxious eyes, await to reach,
And how he wishes for the moment to freeze.
When it’s time for her to depart,
Unnoticed, he stands apart.
A timed interval,and his journey ends.
No looking back, no feelings to rent.
The destination reminds of work,
A cursed life and hard luck.
To the daily metro ride, follows a wait.
To meet the familiar stranger, yet again.
P.S. I stumbled across this poem I had written long back and thought I must share.
Thank you for reading.
Never let the words fall short! 🙂