Departure

Another goodbye
Another train waiting to depart
Again faces to smile back at
And promises to stand the test of memory
And yes...
Those incomplete inaudibly uttered emotions.
The restless nights of desperate conversations
Perspiration, indecision
Cigarettes and sweaty palms
And the aching need to talk,
When You pretended not to hear
And I was too restrained to repeat.
The tension of a split second
The second it takes to undo myself
Or to put on the cloak of diplomacy.
The subtle shield of sarcasm it always was,
That kept You and Me together
Or apart. It never let Us be.

Tonight, I promise you
I shall find you, where I left you,
Perplexed,
In the crowd of a million known faces.
I shall be home.


PS: elated to have written something, that is not sad/depressing/disturbing, finally!
       dedicated to Ananya Chatterjee.