A Fleeting Moment

On a calm and weary afternoon

I saw her from my seat in a running bus,

she, her back turned to the busy street,

and she about to enter the coffee shop.

A humble placard at the entrance said,

as if an invisible entity was saying there,

"Come in, we are open"

In a flash of a moment our vibes matched,

a warm afternoon, a weary girl,

she in need of a coffee,

I in a hurry to reach home.

And everything rolled

into a fugue, some notes were playing on piano,

Informal, cordial, intriguing, sweet.

Sushama Karnik.