When I am asked about me, I always tell them about myself..the real me. Some are interested, others forget and I am again immersed in my work and thats all about me. But..when the invisible me comes into action, there is no stopping of the laughter that bubbles, the smile that lingers and hands that clap…the voice that hums..a prisoner of reality, gets a time free.
The invisible me, then appears to disappear the real person, and winks at tears. Doesn’t have any fear. No face to hide. No name to describe, but lives a life so full and fresh, so youthful and pressed. Like a soldier’s uniform, for the parade at mess.
This identity is loved by all, but no one can call, or hear me speak. For, my voice are words written for those, who can listen to the tune, thats silent and fluent..like a kiss that tells how sweet is thy love, but lovers don’t know .
I want you to read, the unwritten words, the language of love, the feelings that tells, I am here, can you smell that
fragrance in the air, the positive vibe..only feelings..but then..happiness, or sorrows, hopes for tommorow, love and faith, all that takes to make this life real is based only on feelings..the intangible..invisible me.