Wednesday, 6 May 2009

Racing along a lonely highway, two buses, side by side.

He looked out the window and there she was. Searching.
Looking for a familiar face? Seeing her own face in every other.

He smiled when she caught his eye. There, in that moment,
they connected.

His bus slowed and stopped. Hers went on. But those few
seconds were enough.

(Just wanted to let you know, I think of you always)

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Anonymous said...

Wow. :)

Damn sweet. I loved the last line. It made me slow down and read the whole thing all over again. :)

I hope she reads. :)

Still thinking said...


Nice. Sweet.

Both of you TC.

Jhayu said...

@ ki.
Me too.

@ Still.
Et vous, mademoiselle. Et vous.

Trinaa said...

aaaaw! eyes say alot don't they?? cute.. :)))

Preeti said...

i wonder how you've fitted so many facets into one little incident. and im glad that it is so short. leaves one with contradicting feelings of completeness and incompleteness.

PS: What do i say, Jayant? its breathtakingly beautiful.

PPS: She's read it.

Preeti said...


You know i love you right...?

and you take care of yourself too, dearest!!!

PS: i know im supposed to be mailing you. will do soon. promise... :p

Anonymous said...

aaawww X plenty.

flaneur said...

Very very beautifully written..poetry created in prosaic motion....

Jhayu said...

@ Flaneur.
Welcome! And tankis!

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