THE JOURNEY

Sipping my hot coffee

In a quiet train

I was reading a random piece

When in she gently came

Her curls softly brushing

Across her serene face

That radiated hope immensely

Like a flower blooming in May

As she walked in gracefully

Stealing one gaze at a time

She captivated my pounding  heart

Stealing what was once mine

Seated right in front of me

She gazed through the window

I wished to ask her name

But words didn’t seem to come through

Thoughts flowed into my head

As I was making the perfect plan

To utter my first words;to go ahead

And speak what I had in mind

I looked at her hoping to speak

At some moment when I could

But time just passed away far too quick

By the time I decided I should

I gazed on awestruck

As I watched her leave

And words still seemed to be lost

In memories of her thoughts

The train resumed its never ending journey,

It begins yet again

And I sip my cold coffee

As silence creeps in again