In Waiting
The day I had to wait for nearly two hours alone without a smartphone
Inside the parking lot, under a Peepal tree,
beside the streetlight, I sit on my scooty.
Nearby, the other parked two-wheelers glisten.
I amuse myself with what I see around and listen,
A stray conversation, some honking in the vicinity.
mosquitoes buzzing in my ears with strange affinity.
I yearn to be on the road again, back in motion.
A sudden liking for much hated on-the-road commotion.
Minutes feel like hours, hours don’t seem to end.
The arrival of desired moment continues to extend.
The cool breeze provides solace to my restless heart,
The city lights turn on while the sun departs.
As I observe each passing moment, I yawn in vain.
A solo journey in time is so boring and mundane.
I walk a few steps, the earth under me keeps rotating.
I look up at the stars, they too seem to be in waiting.
