Let us go to the railway platform
on an empty stomach
Push each other for space
Check our mails with a pounding headache
that no aspirin would cure
Walk with exasperation
to take part in the never-ending meetings
Come back half-dead
Check the unemployment rates
and finally
Go back to the platform
on an empty stomach
(Meet a couple with different mindsets)
The train moves at an alarming speed
and halts reluctantly at a suburb
where nobody waits
except a couple
She looks forlorn,
unashamed tears flowing free
He looks expectant,
not even pretending to listen,
trying to pull his hand away,
desperate to escape the quiet suburb
to the land of opportunities
He boards, hardly looking back
while she stands there
left behind in the race of life
and that of love
The streets, the shops and the intersection are alive with busy people. Everyone seemingly occupied, but lonely in their own thoughts. The young woman in the Metro looks enviously at the poster of a model. She is oblivious to the sultry thoughts of a School boy who has once again failed to do his homework. Teenagers doing odd things to get themselves noticed while the conservative woman shies behind her veil not wanting to be noticed. The old sit by a corner, eager for conversation. They smile at fellow travellers, hoping to be acknowledged. They are looking for their past in the present.
There is also a writer, gaping at everyone, thus trying to understand their motives and emotions. Once in a while he gets it right while missing the obvious most of the times.
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