The Hopeless Romantic

I know you're somewhere out there.
I can feel your presence in every second.

How do I get to you, if only I knew!

Yes there are so many possible routes I see.
But to choose which one, I don't have the energy.

You have been so kind to me always,
Just one tiny request if I could make to you,

I want to meet you Come and take me.
Or choose a route for me, to reach to you.

No luxuries in the world can make for,
The Euphoria of seeing you face to face.

In everything, of yours, I see a trace.
It's now time I think we embrace.

Just a glance, just for the minutest of second,
Of your radiant magnificent self,
Would be more liberating than Nirvana.

Yes I sound like a hopeless romantic,
Because I am. You made me one.

I Wish I Could Describe

As I walked in the club,
I could see everyone dance.
The way they were dancing.
They weren't in this world.

Was everyone on some drug?
Could I get some, somewhere?

But I didn't want to disturb,
these trance people on their turf.

Not able to find another spectator,
I continued spectating.

Slowly. I started feeling the music,
My feet started tapping. My head started shaking.

Before I knew, I was trance-like myself.
I can't describe that feeling.

No drugs. Not high on anything. Flying.
No worries. No inhibitions. No right. No wrong.

Any thought, made the feeling stronger.
The feeling of freedom? of flying?

I wish I could describe.