September 2011, fresh out of
School. The journey I took to
Allahabad for an interview..
The train and 'Teri Meri' song
Playing against the flashes of
Your face...
Took a detour to Mumbai while
I returned. Met you outside
Kurla station past 11 pm.
So brief, could only have
A plate of Pani Puri in haste.
Sneaking past the railings
While I climbed the staircase
Of the platform.
I remember your fading
Image as you swayed your
Hand to bid me a goodbye.
The love and longing that was
Budding that didn't go
Beyond a dead friendship..
I rejoice that moment with a
Wishful thinking now. About
The 11 pm Butterfly that might
Just be alive, waiting in a limbo,
Outside Kurla station, on every
Un-dated September night.