Waiting at Patel Chowk

Every story doesn’t have an ending

Some stories live forever

Some live longer to become legends

Yet some are killed even before they are born

Strange as it may sound to you

Our story is still alive

But its pulse is low

It won’t survive unless we meet again

I wait for you like a reading of an endless story

The metal seats at the metro station

Whisper stories about us to the fellow travellers

We are rumoured in most metro diaries

Clandestinely, you and I are metro celebrities

If there would a secret metro travellers club

Our pictures would be hanging from every wall

And people will be imagining stories

About our prophesized meeting

But waiting is lover’s debt

No one knows what is going to happen

Life is stranded like a metro station

I wait for you at Patel Chowk every evening

Waiting for our story to come alive

I wish the hallowed mechanical voice

At the station

Instead of repeating annoyingly

“Please mind the gap...”

Says,

“Your wait is over.

She is coming in next metro.

Please board the train as soon as it comes.”