LOVE AND THE CHALUKYA EXPRESS..!!

The palm trees pass by,
And I think of you…
The breeze sweeps through my hair,
Just like the way your fingers run through them,
The wet red mud reminds me of your breath,
Like the fresh scent of sun kissed asphalt.
My loose clothing clings to my body,
Like the tenderness of your skin against mine.
The train sways in a perfect motion,
The way it is when we waltzed in the rain,
In each others embrace,..
The smell of the country side,
Reminds me of the smell of your skin..

Wish you were here,
Wish I was there,
Wish we could go atop that hill ,
And fall in love over and over again…!

(this was somthing i penned down while traveling back, on a train from Mumbai to Bangalore..n the Chalukya express)