When you left me,
I had nothing left to
live for,
So, like a rolling
stone
I wandered the world
With the ruins of a
broken home.
Years passed,
And with it
many springs, autumns and monsoons.
We tore the house
apart
And settled ourselves in different towns.
They say, everything
connects
With everything in the end.
The brain cools the
blood,
And the veins cleanse the dark mind.
After many nights,
A night stepped in
again
on a roadside station.
Amid the jumbled
medley of scenes
and raucous sounds of a railway platform,
I reached the first
class waiting room.
The darkness of the night had started
engulfing the tracks.
The only light was
from station master’s room.
It was pitch dark outside.
You were sleeping on a
battered armchair
The memories roused in
me
some dreams of
strength…
…and some fear too.
I dragged my thought
behind those shut eyes
And …somehow, something felt good this time.
The blinding noise and
after-hush
Of one train passing woke you up.
You looked at
me and smiled,
I smiled back in the practiced way.
The years had whipped
our faces,
The tears deepened the
crevasses of our facial bones.
To move ahead today,
the
ways were strangely tempting.
We drank our railway tea balancing the stillness.
At sixty, we had reasons to be fair with each other.
And the coupling hearts
didn’t take time to kill the frost.
With fastened fists-one
last time-we tiptoed into time
under the moonlight like classic lovers.
Written for Susan's: (a work of fiction)
