Waiting Poem by Pravin Nair

You and I are moving onward in the night like a jet train, and life is running with a speed most maddening, there are fellow travellers but we don't know them, a few we did, disembarked on secluded stations, where death carried their heavy bags of memories and they followed, along the way it rains, the wind howls, you and I sit muted, breathe, you and I say nothing you and I have said enough, we wait with our bags...