The secret

  

Something that reached my lips and stopped, 

Peeping through the eyes,

At times yours and then mine,

Longs for the words to say it,

Wearing which it can reach the lips.

In the lap of voice it hesitated,

But whatever it is

Is a feeling.

Like that of a beautiful fragrance swimming in the air,

An aroma that has no voice 

You know that

And of which even i have heard,

What secret is this something that can’t even hide itself from the world!!