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