Dusk’s all spent, unseen
I didn’t hear time flutter by
nor birds flying home


Leaving home

Leaving home for Delhi,
in a three tier AC box,
on restless wheels of purpose,
full of familiar faces
strange only in their
randomness, I cannot
but imagine the faces
that wore a motley expression
of sadness, longing, happiness
and downright disbelief
when they bade me goodbye,
last night at Howrah station.