Where did we go the last time
the train stopped
what happened then
a brigand of runaway clouds
talked to us
did we ever reach home
home is the unknown
we always stayed
and the sounds outside...
a train of simmering thoughts just
screamed past
who broke a violet sky
who upturned your Garhi* who dropped
elderly secrets
on your palm
who asked you a question
where are we going now...
who would answer the kisses
who would wrap the wind in your eyes
who would love you even more


© Amitabh Mitra

* Garhi - A small Fort/Palace in Northern India.