Onset of this phenomenon was with very little initiation
Each gait had its elegant look and depth to be submerged
And there were no qualms and no vacillation in the heart
My Pulse quivered to come in contact with this alluring dawn.
The luminosity was such that it exhibited the forgotten past
It revealed the intensity to be hooked to the tip of iceberg
Darkness started melting and the flow seemed incessant
My Pulse had the glance of radiance and got fine-tuned.
Every pulsate of mine has its high and low like ebb and flow
And I am not an exception in this trendy world of sensation
Rise with new dawn and fall to dusk is quite natural affair
My Pulse knows its limit of apex and the base in each whip.
Life is in between this enormous strength of beating pulses
These pulses should be tuned to the prevailing situations
Joy of the zenith and pain of nadir to be grossly balanced
My Pulse discerns this truth and thrives to be at equilibrium.
-vidi-
01-02-08
Vidi Writes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pulse-11/
