No whining

Drizzling in the evening
on an orange covered lane
cold wind & shimmery lights
music in my ears, kept me warm & sane.

Standing on the high bridge,
I look over the river.
Eye-diving into the cold depths,
my mind & body goes into shivers

Tickled and wet by the drizzling rain,
the river flows calm & low.
So is me, under my blue umbrella
hushing, with a clock to follow.

11:35PM, across the bridge, here I’m,
waiting for the journey to start.
Bright two lights came piercing
through the rain.
11:39PM, right on time, my bus,
goodness! caused me no pain.

Sitting across the window,
a poet’s heart is dabbed with night & rain.
hunting and squabbling for words, my mind.
but my stomach rumbles in pain.

I look over my wrist, reading
what the watch has to say.
Just few minutes more, for,
for the few words I want to say.

the bus halted, hurriedly stepped out, me.
dark night but rain shows no mercy.
paving the road, under my blue umbrella
and then it struck me, what I didn’t forsee.

Right bus, but opposite direction.
Right words, wrong timing.
As hard is the reality,
there is no whining….