sardar patel street...

The street had always been narrow
A few houses...a canal and sights of wheel barrows...
And those trees of my age
Standing there weaving tales of long lost days...
And the silent vacuum...empty space
Filled sparsely by the trains' race...
Running through the tracks on shine
Bringing hopes of meeting you...a life divine!

Sardar Patel Street...
Thousand memories mine here with you meet...
Every day if I there stray... 

The street had largely remained the same
Still it has that lonely frame
Of being a street with a definite end
Train tracks cross over it to send
Images of heavy locomotives on motion
Images of you standing at the door with a potion
Of poems, paintings songs and peek-a-boo...
Your secrets slightly open for me...a throbbing view...

The street had remained intact
Only you there set wild it lacked...
The canal still flows down with the flowers
Torn from trees by last monsoon showers...

Sardar Patel Street
Thousand versions of you here I meet
Every day...
If I there by fortune stray...
Away...