The Echo

Reading beyond the words,

and writing beyond the pages,

there is something more,

The echo of silence.

Looking beyond the faces

and the veil of cold expressions

there is something more,

The echo of understanding.

Even before meeting me,

there was something,

that you wanted to know.

You could see it, and so could I,

The echo of beauty.

Either you accept it or not,

you were drawn;

maybe towards something,

that you could see in my eyes,

without actually knowing what it was.

The echo of wonder and amazement.

Now you know me,

and so do I know you,

there is something left unsaid,

and a mutual growth unfolds,

The echo of wisdom.

Self expression comes hard,

still harder is understanding it.

You could maintain both,

and so developed a bond.

The echo of friendship and love.