That night I was on my own
riding the train
to Bhopal, maybe Jammu,
Does it matter? The name..
I sat hunched, like I usually do
on the top berth reading a book..
Pretending I didn't mind being alone!
Ignoring the "loud" families below.
Wrapping myself in my protective shield
But she..she saw right through my facade
She smiled a bit and asked
"Here would you like some food? "
Her friendliness couldn't be barred by a book
Her open smile, her gentle voice
I had no choice, but to be nice..
"Not really, I am not hungry" I said
"Its not poisoned" she replied, with a laugh
I went red like I was a two year old
Caught with my hand in the cookie bowl
I accepted the sandwich and we began to chatter
Talking to her was easy..
That we'd just met, didn't matter
Name, home, work, education, we walked the routine
but soon we were talking about hopes and dreams..
We sat all night, talking,
Just like that..
My book forgotten, our berths un-slept..
I discovered she was a dreamer, just like me
An idealist, a thinker, a "spirit" free
She spoke softly, spinning words of gold
everything she said was poetry,
I was completely bowled!
When she asked me my story, I simply told
Everything I could think of..since I was two year old
If she spoke well, she listened even better
Her head cocked to a side,
her gaze filled with compassion.
Understanding things said and left unsaid
Even though I maintained a stony face
My inner angst was reflected in her eyes
When I surreptitiously attempted to brush aside
Two tears threatening to roll down my eyes,
She began to cry, long open tears she shed.
Was it possible for her to feel?
So much for a stranger like me
When the morning sun shone
I felt like
In this world I wasn't alone
I had found on this soulful night
A person who spoke my language, and heard me right
At the station when she turned to leave
She shook my hand, giving it a squeeze
I tentatively squeezed it back
the train seemed so empty after that..
There was nothing to do, nobody to chat
Even the book that I had really longed to read
Now seemed just so "second seed"
By the time my station came
I could hardly wait, to google her name
And make her my Facebook friend
And when I finally keyed in her name
It spitted out a string of suggests
But I was only seeking her face
Found her at the end of 2nd page
I clicked to see her wall
She was all she said.. except for a minor detail
There on her profile for all to see
Were a husband she hugged and two lovely kids
Her eyes shone just like they had, on me
Her friends list was really long
And from the comments on her wall
It was evident she was a good "friend " to all
For a minute I didn't know what to feel
Had she or hadn't she cheated me?
I hadn't asked about her family life
I had been so busy narrating my story
At no point had she lead me on
Just spoke to me in that gentle tone
After that first hit of surprise
I understood, I realized..
It didn't matter if she was married or free
She could still be a good friend to me
And so with a big smile
I sent her a "friend" invite
And now we keep in touch on mail
she listens to my long dreary tales
My silly worries and confused plans
She gives me advice and "saner" plans
Now whenever I travel by train
I chat, talk and attempt to connect
with someone, sitting close to me
for I learned this on that fateful night
one never knows, Where & When
New friends walk in..To change your life..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem