A Bus Stop- A Love Tale

 It was a rainy day

I was standing at a bus stop, 

Waiting for my bus. 

It’s raining heavily

I thought I would be stuck. 

I was pretty sure

I would get late for my work. 

The thought of being late

Had made me damn upset. 

 

In that curtain of rain

I saw her running to me. 

Oops!! I misunderstood

It's not me, 

She was looking for a shelter to be in. 

She stood just ahead of me, 

I was lost in her fragrance 

Which was making me crazy. 

She put her locks behind her ears

Disturbing her charming face. 

She turned back and gave a serene smile, 

Which my mind could never erase. 

My face reddened with her dazzling smile

And I was stunned for a while.

I never believed in love at first sight

But that rainy day it happened to me, 

And I really felt delighted. 

Mistakenly her hands touched mine. 

I had goosebumps on me. 

I was lost in her exquisite beauty

Without realizing that the bus arrived. 

A huge crowd was trying to get in

Struggling to get a seat. 

I struggled to make a way for her

So she could get on the bus fast

And could find a seat. 

On the bus, she manages 

To get a seat for her. 

She looked at me

And we exchanged a smile. 

I stood beside her 

Wishing she would stay longer

And not for a while. 

But never he heard my wish before

And on that day too he didn’t.

I was about to start the conversation

But she got off the bus. 

I glanced at her, hoping

She would look at me. 

But she vanished in a crowd

And I was feeling heavy. 

I sat on a seat

Where she used to be. 

The bus was filled with people

But for me it’s empty. 

I still felt her warmness 

While sitting there. 

I could even smell her fragrance

Which was still in the air. 

 

Hoping to meet her next day

I scheduled everything accordingly. 

At the bus stop, I waited for her

Rehearsing to take an initiative. 

My eyes were searching her everywhere 

But it was useless as she didn’t arrive there. 

The bus came but I didn’t step in

In a hope that she would come for me. 

The bus started moving

I ran and stepped in. 

Still looking outside

Searching for her. 

But since that day

I had never seen her again. 

 

I have searched her

Everywhere but I failed. 

Even on Facebook and Instagram

I tried to search her

But I don’t even know her name. 

She is just in my mind and in my memories. 

A question always arrived in me

Where can I find her? Where can she be? 

Still today I am going 

At the same bus stop

At the same time every day. 

In hope that

I will meet her one day. 

Whenever I will meet her again

I will not waste time

I will say her, 

“I love you deeply, madly and truly.”