An Image of Us

in a world not here…

At a lonely platform,
on a gloomy night,
I look around yearning for you,
it feels like centuries passed,
since we last met here,
you — waiting for me,
me — waiting for the unnamed,
and none of us got what we wanted,

does anyone?
in this world — full of turmoil, misery, and cries,
does anyone get up one morning,
and finds the things his heart desires,
right in front of him,

no questions asked — no suffering demanded?
may be they do,
may be some of us succeed,
grasping their dreams, without any hassle,

but here are we,
devoid of even the sweet sleep,
that brings the lovely dreams,
can’t even see, not a glimpse,
of what we badly long for,

wailing and mourning,
the death of our hopes,
wishing that someday,
we will sit on a platform,
look around and there will be,
that chance again, waiting for us,

there will be us again,
waiting desperately to embrace,
and achieving the dream at last,
at last…
after all this misery and chaos,
at last…there will be us.