You stood On the platform Smothered by The stench The cacophony The chaos, Like a whiff Of Zephyr In the arid desert sands A slender tendril In marshy soil.
As our eyes Caressed And our lips Locked, The million moments Of an agonizing hiatus Melted away And we stood alone In a cocoon Of togetherness.
Soon The train Trundled away, And I was left stranded Your dew drops in my eyes, My quest for another Platform That would bring You to me For an eternal moment Beginning In slow motion.
