A Tryst

The intensity in his eyes,

Mesmerized me,

The silent talks of his eyes,

Allured me,

Smoldering desires making shape in his eyes,

Captivated me.

Sanguine hopes camouflaging under the veil of emotions,

Through the corner of his eyes, he made many revelations,

Tangible and intangible feelings began to pour,

Like a cascading downpour,

Zephyr of sweet reverie came to caress his soul,

A forgotten rendezvous too played a vital role.

A tryst with his bygone days made him alive, 

Transforming a barren land into verdant garden, it gave him reasons to thrive.