The rumbling train wheels match the matured silence
Both in perfect synchronisation of their own
journey of wheels resting at stations
journey of the couple smooth as blowing aircon air.
Unsaid words stuck on her chain and his blue shirt
understood emotions pasted on the tea lips
some concealed words on his grey moustache
some on her golden ring.
Fifty-six years of uphill and downhill
each situation so unfamiliarly familiar
occasional silences of hurt and anger
still slipping from her wrinkles.
His new bangled neckline
matching her sagging arms
both dripping affection as a rusty tap.
Both looking out for each other,
their warmth competing with
the heat of the spicy Indian curry
served in meals on train.
The fluctuating bulb's settled dust
dimming their unsettled greying knots
Joint experiences thicker than a thread bundle
stretch of train track lengthier than their future
words insufficient to fill every pause and stop
language trying hard to keep their full-fledged relation.
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