Two travelers,

With time to kill,

Met at the airport lounge,

Over suit-case stacks,

The bedlam and human alarms

Running to meet

Deadlines, schedules,

People and packets.

Paired off together,

Hit it off over port

And parted with

Parts of each

In the other,

On to their destinations,

Their minds lounging

Still in that airport.

p.s: question- does this qualify as 55 fiction or is 55 fiction allowed to be done only in prose? am asking you since i wanted to submit this as an entry in a 55 fiction competition and it was rejected saying 55 fiction can’t be in verse 😦 should writers be that rigid and bar poets?

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8 Responses to Airport

  1. rashmenon says:

    @Mars: thank you for stopping by and thank you for the ‘like’ πŸ™‚

  2. Neetika says:

    Thats unfair about the 55 fiction thing…. I think it so qualifies!! Great job :)… Maybe you can think about tweaking it and putting it in story form for the sake of that competition.

  3. solingenpoet says:

    Another great poem. It evokes a strong memory feeling in me as i have spent many friendship building hours waiting…

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