Railway Station Rendezvous

He was walking at an easy pace. A pace that he had empirically proven signified a lazy stroll, a pace that reflected an unburdened heart and mind. He didn’t want people to know that he was in a hurry to reach somewhere. His clothes were an odd combination of working pants and an un-tucked buttoned …

I met a man

I spoke to a man yesterday Who wouldn't learn. Someone who couldn't bring Himself to see the roads' turn. He saw nothing in the wink Of an eye, He followed naught the precedent Of a lie. How  finger curling in the air Meant a beckon. How a smile curved towards the Side is one to reckon. He …