THE REASON WHY

Here it comes,
A tear from an eye.
I am watching it roll down
searching for the reason why.

Can't deny that I too cry.
I do, when happiness seems a
Goal too high.
It's not my day though,
It's she who is low.
In her twenties still,
sans the youthful glow.
Sans all hope,
for this is what her
bruises quite clearly show.

Searching for a seat
in this train,
or perhaps an assuage from
all her pains.
Pain of, maybe, the man or money
or maybe of the long span
that she's been lonely.
It's not a face of many emotions
shows lines of grief only.

Or is her pain so simplistic?
Isn't pain of conflict too?
Conflict within oneself,
Conflict with one's own characteristic.
Conflicts about the lies,
which for long were held true.
Conflict with the feelings that just disappeared
Or the feelings that are NOW shared.
Conflict with the life that's a monotony
Conflict with the time that's scanty
for this long journey.

It's her station,
she's leaving.
But does something
I didn't see coming.
She looks back at me,
right in the eye and
faintly smiles.

Did she know that I'd been staring,
Questions surround me again.
Did she read my thoughts,
that I was thinking about her pain.
But why did she smile by?
a disquieting thought crosses my brain,
It was her tear wasn't it or was it my?...
I'm happy, why would I cry?

Still searching for the reason why...