The Journey Poem by Soumi Mukhopadhyay

"Tring, Tring! ! "…the cell rang..
It is the most beautiful music in the world..
He felt now..
A month back…
The morning alarm irritated him..
With passing time, solitude was his best friend..
He ran those tracks round and round…
He laughed and shouted aloud..
He smiled every morning to all the faces in the train..
The vendor was his companion along the journey yet..
In this long journey many colors changed…
From black to dark grey. from yellow to red..
From gloomy to smile. from frown to anger..
He survived it all alone..
No, he was not scared. not wanted anyone..
He was just too tired, exhausted to fight back…
A month after..
The void was half filled.
His eyes dreams were regained..
Not that he was living earlier..
But now he is alive again..
"Tring, Tring". the sweetest ringtone..
Her giggles were the sweetest songs..
Her touch made him look upon again..
He felt for the first time falling again…
He was not lost still needed a hand..
She was a candle..in the dark..
She was the lone pillar in the secluded lane..
He and she became "Us"…
He was not weak yet strong..
She was the hard case inside out..
They made their story..
Now complete..
Waiting for the fire to rise..
Waiting for the vermilion to shine..
Till that day..
They knew one thing was clear..
Time has come for them..
To return home..
As "We"…
Just months some…
seasons waiting for their unity..
Nature is waiting to bless them in diversity..
Complete "them"..
Till then. "tring , tring"…
Let the phone call to ring and wait! ! !