Touch...

...breeze...
cheeks sticking out,
from lowered panes of the locomotive,
intense background score playing,
sucking in life,
absorbing each ounce of breath,
in each shakespearean ounce of flesh,
from you and me
and
scattering it all around like stars from cinematic magic wands
that appear
then disappear
between u and me
and me and you...

...boundary-less-ness...
engulfing all the day's fatigue,
from air that comes into air that goes
as we appear
then disappear
between earth and dream,
touch and feel...

...being...
in mere gazes
in lowered eyelids
in gleamy smiles
and simple steady levitating silence! :)

PS:
Kahin se kahin ko bhi aao bewajah chale,
Poochhe bina kisi se, hum milen,
Bandishen na rahi, koi baaki, tum ho...
Tum ho paas mere, saath mere ho
Tum yoooooon... :)