I found this in my old note book

Some ramblings I must say. I was going through a old note book of mine in which I had written some arbit thoughts down.

FIRST TRYST
I never knew who you were
I ever imagined your presence in life
I never thought where you could be
I ever believed your presence in life

Is that you, who I need?
Is that you, who inspires me?
What if I don't need you?
What if I never meet you?

Was our tryst decided by others?
Thought of your existence inspires me
Our meeting, so really mysterious
No clue when we will meet
But we believe we will meet

That meeting of ours, how will it be?
Will I feel you are the same one?
Have I been waiting for the one in front of me?
Would you feel the same?

Hearts would pounce
Eyes would meet, flicker will eye lids
Cheeks would blush
Throat would dry

Still we talk not.
Not yet are we convinced
Sure we are attracted
Out eyes locked at the other's

We look into the eyes
Talk to each other through eyes
Then we talk to give the second sense
The feel of each other

We come close then
The sense of your touch
I shall never forget the first of it.
You shall feel the same
We have sensed the fourth.

Then we are closer
the final sense awakens
To complete the sensing of each other
It yearns to reach the fragrance

I am convinced you are the one.
I was, for you, waiting till now.
You are convinced, not yet.
Your eyes so intense into mine.

The spark brings to life
the beauty of your eyes
I sense the unimaginable event
Do your eyes capture the same?

From senses, we decide to transcend
spiritual experience of each other we desire.
The longing for union so unbearable
We unite to live for now and ever.


SLEEP
I can feel you
You are around for sure.
But I can't see you
I can't your presence prove

On the verge of embracing me, are you
this pleasure surrenders to you my senses
Overwhelmed with ecstasy
I lie on my couch waiting

Your victory is not my failure
Mine, your failure, is.
Over me, your victory
My dreams, it fulfills

If your victory is my defeat
Defeat, this time, is the sweetest
My pains I shall forget
Cherishing your victory.

Your winning over me
Is indeed a blessing
Culmination it is of pains
and pleasures so far

Tomorrow you let me free
you pour life into me
Live, I will, till our tryst next.
Tonight I wait for your visit.

You entice me again
Dreams come to life
Life you fill in me to die
Life I give to bring you back.