The Prettiest Shade of Blue.

By Astha Agrawal

He never really believed in love, that’s true,

Until that day, on a journey that once felt so blue.

Yet suddenly, it was breathing with life,

The skies were grey, yet his heart was rife.

There she sat, on the seat opposite his,

A book in her hands, nothing short of bliss.

He couldn't see fully, but her eyes told a tale,

Deep as the ocean, soft yet frail. 

Lost in her world, her smile lines knew, 

The stories she lived, the moments she drew. 

She tucked a strand, behind her ear, 

And for a moment, she felt so near. 

Yet miles apart, in fate's cruel play, 

She belonged to a different day. 

No stolen glances, no games to play, 

Just fleeting moments, that begged to stay. 

She was just a seat across, 

A quiet world he longed to cross;

And there it was, the shower from the sky, 

As if a celebration before the final goodbye. 

The station neared, she rose too soon,

Like a passing song, a fading tune.

No words were shared, no names he knew, 

Just a memory in the prettiest shade of blue.

By Astha Agrawal