I call out to you every one of my waking moments-

(Nameless though you are)

Whisperless silences answer me.

My eyes ache to glimpse you-

(Faceless though you are)

The darkness of eternity are all that they behold.

My ears strain to hear of you-

(Voiceless though you are)

The cacophony of absence is all that greets them.

I cannot name you; I know not your face.

Softer than a wraith is your voice, forever absent is your presence.

The pain of longing is all that I have of you-

All that I’m allowed to have.

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written by Pavalamani Pragasam, November 12, 2009

Interesting paradoxes!

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written by IdleMind, November 13, 2009

Fascinating! and how we live with so different contradictions.

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