I peep out to hunt for the truant biker
honking incessantly to cross my path,
over the dull roar of my auto-rickshaw;
at dusk, on a rain drenched road.
My eyes find his girlfriend’s;-
perched snugly behind, in a wind-sheeter.
And as we find each other
in a light drizzle shining against streetlights,
we break into a sudden smile.
Winking at our private joke
like long lost friends, found again
Until the green light takes us apart.
Each on our own journeys
lost again in Metropolitan Mumbai.