Inside a metro

Every day I step inside a metro coach, very first question which comes to the mind is “whether i will get a seat today?” Next thing is to take out phone, play a song with earphones plugged into the ears. What next? Start looking at the people, try to understand what they are talking; at times trying to hear them 😉 and observe them. Must tell you it’s quite interesting to do all this, at least I find it.

Every face has a story to tell, it’s kind of music even when someone yells. A group of college students full of life, discussing lectures/professors, and most of the times their crushes. Office going people, cribbing how bad things are at work, usual boss bashing or so many meetings in a day. Housewives out for shopping and still discussing husbands, mother-in-laws or how to lose weight. Businessmen, all the time on phone; shouting, fighting and pleading for payments at times. Enough!!! Right?

Why am I writing all this?

Because I have been trying to decipher those expressions, discussions, fights and convert into words (probably stories and poems at times). So I will attempt to write stories I pick while traveling in Delhi Metro, and publish under “Metro Diaries” category at my blog. Hope to post regularly here!

मेट्रो

मेट्रो की भागती रफ्तार के उस पार,
इस बंद दरवाजे के बाहर झांक कर देखा।
तो लोगों की बेचैन कतार,
चंद छूटते स्टेशन और मंज़िल का इंतज़ार।
दरवाजे के इस पार दौडा के नजर देखा,
तो अगली मुलाकात का वादा करते थामे हुए हाथ।
हर रोज कुछ जानी पहचानी आँखो की मुलाकात,
और झट से बीत जाना चंद स्टेशनो का वो साथ।
कुछ खिलखिलाते चेहरे,
काफी संगीत में डूबे दिखे।
बातों में मशगूल कुछ,
और कुछ मनाते यार अपने रूठे हुए।

You will never be mine…..

You will never be mine,
but I still love you.
Please listen to me,
you can’t go like this.
Do you understand,
how much you are being missed.

There was a time,
when you always waited for my calls.
Now even responding to a message,
for you is such a pain.
Please meet me once,
before you are gone.

With your dreams in my eyes,
how am I going to spend this life.
Can not ever stop thinking of you,
always felt we will make it through.
But with you losing all hope and moving on,
it feels life is finished and worth no more!

(Triggered by hearing one side conversation of a sweet little girl talking over phone to someone last evening in Delhi Metro, probably the one she loved to the core of her heart. She was almost of the verge of crying which disturbed me and can not still take off her my mind.)