In Love with A Pretty Stranger

By Yash Raj Shukla

Love with a pretty stranger on a train,

Mystery to the heart, a gush in vein;

Unfathomable in all while it lasts,

Unsure in bounds, or purpose to attain.

It's in the unheard voice that sounds so known,

Distance apart, but seemingly your own;

Or in stolen glances of a deviant heart,

Mesmeric sins and a life to atone.

Dreams to stay but for the moving rail,

Quick to diverge to an unknown trail;

A stop for one, for the other a part,

Of some endless venture in infinity's tale.

Reminiscence that turns this soul alive,

Searches still for a home to thrive;

Will sleep in memory's gleaming shaft,

Ages after Love's stop arrive.

By Yash Raj Shukla