Your Station

My conversation 

never ends 

just like 

that train determined

To start its journey 

for final destination.

Stations come and go, 

But 

unperturbed I remain, 

My conversation continues, 

sometimes my words 

coax your hair 

that is disarrayed 

by jealous breeze, 

And 

sometimes 

my words touch 

the contour of your face 

to ooze love. 

Yes, 

unruly heart doesn't 

want to stop, 

But 

callous is your time 

that shifts your focus 

And 

you stop at your station, 

my station 

perhaps remain far. 

You whisper adieu 

with a blink of eyes 

And the train stops, 

I muse on your gait 

Till you disappear.