I’m running as fast as i can I can feel the sweat break upon my skin. ‘Faster’, I think, ‘Faster’ I’m looking down, Focusing on my feet Running, Racing. Cars…
In my memories you dance with me in the rain Under the yellow street lights of Bombay.
The night. The night with all its secrets. Glorified euphemisms for sex ranging over the tides that wash over two bodies writhing in ecstasy. A never ending rhythme of stories…
People shift from life to memories in the blink of an eye. In that blink the whole world freezes. It shifts A small inch it shifts And then it continues…
The train swayed. Black brushed against white in soft rustle of cloth. A small brush. A minute of contact Conveying a world of. Understanding. Of Hardships shared. A sigh blows…