The Woman at the Bus Stop Knew My Secret!

Drenched in rain,

In Blue skinny jeans,

sweetheart-necked top,

Sparkly silver jacket

clinging to her like regret.

Her brown wedge heels

Sank into the wet ground,

Just like her fading hope…

Empty eyes scanned the road!

As if salvation had a face,

And would arrive on two wheels.

She clutched her purse tight,

Eyes lowered!

I visualised an Image!

Of a Beautiful blue orchid flower wilting on the side of the road, Abandoned!

Air filled with Petrichor,

Water splashing from ground,

A thirst of experience,

A hope for danger !

She began her trip alone,

Feet making no sound.

A Simple Girl alone,

in a shady bus stand !

Stirs curiosity among strangers being Over-friendly to her !

“No one likes an outcast,

Are you stupid, lady? Ditch those heels, run to your home fast!

“A Stormy Night this seems to be!”

A motherly advice from a beautiful

wrinkled face,

She Smirked at her, & looked Ahead!

“Not all decisions are made contemplating consequences- “ She said,

Mad rage , but not towards the old lady

Towards the World’s Stage !

With her eyes so red, and lips parched,

Towards this Young Lady,

Another equally angry looking gentleman , Marched!

Swollen misty deep black eyes!

That’s when i figured it out.

She wasn’t a rebel on the run.

but someone’s lover mistreated!

Her fault was Hoping for Love

In the most emptied Hearts & places!

The Gentleman Begging her

To Get on His Bike- A Proof!

Her Dim Lights, smeared kohled Eyes;

told me her whole story,

in a single shared glance!

I smiled when she looked back at me,

Revealing the similar bruise

I hid under me,

not in my Body

But in my Heart!

The girl in the bike was a terrible memory,

All three women were Me!

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