A brief metro romance

it's odd how romances are born each day
in unexpected places
in slightly unbelievable people
involuntarily and yet
in all the senses, so when
i look up from the desolate poem i was writing
in the metro that i took,
incidently, my stations turned out be the superset
in which your station and destination falls,
i notice you sitting there,
in front of the person to my right
in the perfect place for side glances to make sense
i notice you with your messy hair, brown shoes and all
immersed in a book that
i am trying too hard to guess. You are
intriguing to me, like a mystery
in a moment that needed my attention, a saga like
Illiad waiting to be summoned by my voice, like an
incantation of my last love, giving me a second chance,
i look at you for far too long before
i realise it, so just as
i am lowering my gaze , your
immensely dark eyes meet mine and
i don't blink for a long while, my eyes almost
immiscible in the liquid gaurding your eyes and
in that moment,
i wished, this train would reduce the norms of time to become an
invincible journey, where we were just passengers
iterating scenes and acts of this moment that we created.

- RS