A train of thoughts travels on of time’s tracks, rushing beyond the platforms of past, it stops, at station of wondrous spent days Above, festive festoons wave the joyous signal It’s a home coming of your fond memories...
I recollect flash-back of those clandestine meetings at our moon-lit rendezvous where our love-laced unrobed bodies rocked in lazy hammocks transcending all boundaries of lust, Like myriad colours of rainbow we descend from fiery forests of green desires to dusky valleys of intense intoxication...
The smeared kohl of your eyes and your crimson lipstick marks melt to blend with the stains scattered on the windswept white sheets... while salty sweat drops trickle slowly like string of rolling pearls on the contours of your sensuous body!
I am awakened by the jingling ankle-bells of the blushing evening bride who has arrived in her golden palanquin. Ticket-less, I step in the compartment of the chug-chugging locomotive, carrying the luggage of time-tabled memoirs. I bid “Goodbye” to your dear memories as I reach the last stop of veracity...
