Remember, those old monsoon days?
Leaping like crazy balls in the Splashing rains.
Or the brisk winters? Flying like kites together all day long,
And chilly nights draped in warmth of your love.
You promised to remain same forever,
Whatever be the reason, whichever, the season.
But when autumn came, before taking a train to the snowy mountains,
You just walked away, didn’t say anything.
I shouted, I cried, but you didn’t listen.
Someone said, you took another train, I didn’t believe.
I have been waiting here all alone, since then, a trifle sad.
Watching trains and passengers come and go by.
My eyes have swelled up gazing at the gate,
Where we met for the first time, where I saw you last, walk away.
The summers are here again. Your frozen heart might have melted a bit.
Would you like to join me on a trip to the Snowy Mountains, where you had always wanted to be?
Oh! Never mind, you can take your time.
Come whenever you feel like.
I’ll be waiting for the spring, here, on the same corner seat.
Life, perhaps, for me is a Waiting Room!