The girl on the train.
It was the day for a sadistic sun, raging in his prime
And a day for the cattle-fond crowds, dragging me along
As the train made it’s stop sans sense of any time.
Angry passengers, dirty coaches-gruesome travel song.
‘Kaasu kudu mama’ eunuchs demanded money
Here one there one illiterates spat chewed paan
Spoilt soft samosas and ginger tea with honey
The train beseeched tolerance from a man
I sat myself by the window, took a deep breath
Closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander
I did so until the train moved at length
And that was when I saw her
There amidst the city’s jungle I found beauty
As it sat opposite me on god-forsaken railway
Keen eyes,wined heart, mine mind all on duty
We stared and stared as all brakes gave way
White milk dipped in gold honey, that would be her skin
Flint glass housing diamond, that would be her eyes
To say her nose was round, that would be a sin
Yet to call the same as pointed, let it be called lies
But with round ring gold adorned, it was the most amazing
Pink from lover’s rose nest, soft from baby’s first touch
Pursed like oysters seashell, a black dot beside chasing
Her lips! Her lips! and mole, as if nestled upon the couch
And wind from windward windows that fondled her with kisses,
Took off with her scent, that of a mighty million dewdrops
It made me crumble in my senses, an instinct never listens
For she was a poem in her being, where weren’t any full stops.
A cup cake cutie when she smiled, chin hiding beneath her cheeks
Black flowing curly ribbons, her hair seemed to say surprise
Eye-brows calculus sort of curves-understood well by geeks
With worthy words I wrote down her beauty for you to realize.
I caught my eyes staring, even as I wrote the last word
And so had she! for I sensed ripples in her face pond
Eyebrow knit in question, her eyes pierced me like sword
‘Hello? mister?!’ She slowly slightly scorned
And finding notebook in my hand, grabbed it for perusal
Got me nervous what may happen, women are not like men….
But she looked up and tendered a cadbury’s chocolate smile
That was nobel prize for me, I felt great like grand prix champion
‘Do you always do this?’ was her sing song husky querry
‘An inspiration it is, a badly beautiful girl’ that was me-wink! wink!
And we talked like little children,in the train that found no hurry
World sucked lollypop that day, sky rained roses red and pink
I still remember her strawberry soft voice in which she said goodbye
And her Tata Docomo ten digits she asked to stay in touch again
As she waved to me alas, her cotton candy eyes, gleamy soft and shy
My cup of coffee tea, the beauty, the girl on the train.