NOON AT MIDNIGHT

Through a mist and dust stained,
What once happened to be a transparent glass.
While traveling after decades in a
Non air-conditioned, sleeper-class.
The ‘frame’ of reference to the passing show,
Was this crimson framed square-ish window.

The amber glow of the hidden horizon,
Hinting at the impending liaison.
Between expectant earth, the dusky-shy
And sneaking into her lap then tired sky
As the diesel loco of train picked up its pace
On the peripheral tracks of Connaught Place

Two-third way east between top two bars,
Began twinkling two bright stars.
In their glittering  that silver hue
I gradually began to think of you.

Your eyes in the sky were the company to keep,
When soaked in your thoughts I slipped into sleep.
Till built up warmth not that too soon
Woke me up to feel the whole full moon
And also the warmth of a silvery bright
A lunar-afternoon, half past mid-night.


- Glow Worm -

(On a Poornima night aboard a train to Kashi)