Missing Pulse

Hey unknown! You can never be my soul for the pure reason that it has disappeared in the woods of secrecy. You can never reside in my mind because my retention power is pitiable nor can you dwell in my heart since it scarcely skips a beat.

My palms read the stories of my life and I can never let you comprehend it as you’ll have yours to fathom.

The wind is at a standstill and my hair cannot waft the cords of chronicle.

My eyes deep and brown are not the windows to my mind; they bare a lot but cannot hold your gape.

My lips can just hush the untold riddles with a smile.

My ears can effortlessly hear the unspoken words which I may never own up and yet I don’t want to hear them from your mind.

Yet I harvest the smiles, laughs, good days, happiness and delight with you my unknown.

Grasp my wrist while you follow my footprints before the waves clear them all.

Give way and be my missing pulse till time without end.

4:58 AM - Saturday, May 27, 2006 - post comment