My Pulse (Re-Posted) Poem by Vidi Writes

Onset of this phenomenon is with very little initiation
Each gait has its elegant look and depth to be submerged
And there are no qualms and no vacillation in the heart
My Pulse quivers to come in contact with this alluring dawn.

The luminosity is such that it exhibits the forgotten past
It reveals the intensity to be hooked to the tip of iceberg
Darkness starts melting and the flow seems incessant
My Pulse has the glance of radiance and gets 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-
01-01-2009