Traveling again . . . . My mind just takes impossible fleets during traveling. Just the movements of visuals make traveling such a wonderful and dramatic for an experience. I must confess, the best of thoughts and creative inputs come to me while traveling. Traveling feels spiritual, deep and inspirational.
I sat next to the window watching a fire in the darkness form the moving train. The soft wind spoke to my ears and at a distance of my imaginary universe I saw something magical. I scribbled it down on my notepad even before I realized I had done it.
So here it is, the scribbled memoir of a train dream..
I sat next to the window watching a fire in the darkness form the moving train. The soft wind spoke to my ears and at a distance of my imaginary universe I saw something magical. I scribbled it down on my notepad even before I realized I had done it.
So here it is, the scribbled memoir of a train dream..
They look into each other
And indulge in an act of love
Whilst the rhythm of their warn breath
Compose their song
Their bodies come closer
Like their had souls had merged before
Beyond dimensions they stand
Mesmerized for long
A smile here and a tear there
The joy that surmounts bliss
A frown here and a giggle there
Infinite passion holding em strong
Conversing in a language
In a grammar called romance
They engulf in unison
Unto each other they now belong
The flame is on and the fire’s burning
In the redness they are deemed one
Immersed in an erotic salvation
They caress in silence for long long long . .
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