You're the puzzle I never want to solve, The mystery I keep getting lost in. You're the bold line in that old torn book, The one I always keep underlined. You're the spec's box I hide in my mind, The clutcher I grab when the world's a mess. You're the ring that never leaves my hand, The red tikka I wear, not for show, but soul. You're the watch hugging my wrist so tight, The bossy time I never fight. You're the anger resting on my nose, And the smile that silently grows. You're the thing I carry without a name, A part of me I can never tame. **- raut_kumkum:)**