Tossing and turning around bed,
I tried all the ways I could.
Repeating the favorite playlist,
For maybe the third or fourth time now.
And maybe for once
My eyes did rest in peace.
But again the chaos within,
Asking for another round of thoughts-
To ponder on, think and re-think.
Until the brain is over-loaded enough,
Birthing a slightly stinging pain.
Until this insomniac resorts to the rescue
Of the mug of black coffee-
Extra black, no sugar.
Today was different tho!
I wasn't worried.
It wasn't the regular unusual trail,
Of thoughts that appeared and disappeared.
It was that 'smile'. A most precious one that I ever received.
Of the many which you meet in trains,
Railways stations, traffic signals and
While walking on the road.
I meet this special one - every now and then,
Often on the signal near my college.
Selfless I must say.
I often dreaded of being harrassed,
By people like her.
But she - a unique one, I must say.
It started from one tiny gesture,
When she signalled that the Jhumka
which dangled in my ears were beautiful.
The respect took birth the other day,
when she spoke - in fluent English -
that it's ok if I didn't have anything to offer.
I felt the happiest on the blessing I received,
On her returning a two rupee coin to my offered ten.
I have no special reason
For this night braggings on that 'she'
But what I noticed is about that smile.
I've seen smiles, many, and noticed a few.
Smiles that come from the happiest heart.
Smiles that come to your lips,
but refuse to adorn your eyes.
Smiles those are mischievous.
Smiles those are hiding your tears.
And smiles which we all give -
Either showing many our happiness,
Or concealing the sadness within. 'Smiles' I would say
Is the magic which we all do. ~J.Kashyap