WHEN I WENT TO SEE HER OFF

An early night engagement of mine!
I was busy to put my 'thrown out' things into some shape!
Why the hell! you're too nasty at micromanagement of self?
my brain pulled me up.
It never looks at some of organising oneself!
I submissively submitted!
But who was it?
I put a secret tag.
But how does it happen
and why?
It stirred my soul.
The train got late.
I was conversing with a young pulsating heart at a hardly lit platform of a desolate railway junction.
But the environs did evoke a romantic sense!
The 'glittering glits' were unique by its absence.
A small tea stall put a living scenario!
She asked me whether a cup of tea will do!
Probably! she knew i was fond of tea!
I nodded my head in acceptance!!
She fetched two cups of tea + 'fans'
How come you know that i love these pretty 'fluffy' eatables!!
She smiled ! But said nothing!
I took a cup of tea!
It was too good!
Is it nice! She refrained in a low and sweet voice!
I saw into her eyes before i could gather a word(s) for her!
Yeh! It's good!
But i was more absorbed in deciphering the nuances of romantic environs!!

My absorbance did magnetize her querries!
she insisted what was that special!!
I was evasive as my brain was too away from getting booted!!


But is it my brain which happens to dictates the terms to me

OR

fetches something out of this stupid heart!!

Questions look so hazy so did i
but i was too enthuziastic at formal niceties!!
What is that which looks so different and catchy!!
May be the seren enviorns of a small platform of a desolate railway junction.

OR

something else!

OR

something for the namesake!
I do know there are many movements which hardly fetch a meaning of itself.
But still we live for it!

OR

Does this interaction is so useful to belittle the quest of finding a meaningfullness of the existentials in and around our living space.

I have learnt a lot since i got to know young heart!
But she was always different so was me!!

source inspiration: neha C's. space