The Conversation Between a Smartwatch and its Owner's Heart

I cling to wrist, a silent, watchful friend, 

My tiny sensors, on your pulse attend. 

A rhythmic whisper, deep beneath the skin, 

The vital music, where your life begins. 

I am the Smartwatch, ever keen and true, 

And I, the Heart, a constant beat for you. 

"Little companion," beats the Heart so clear, 

"You read my rhythm, banish every fear. 

Each steady cadence, speaks of quiet grace, 

Each rising tempo, quickening its pace."
"Indeed, dear Heart," the Smartwatch softly hums, 

"Your subtle language, patiently it comes. 

A burst of laughter, quickens every beat, 

A pang of sorrow, makes your rhythm fleet. 

I learn your nuances, your hidden sway, 

The unspoken feelings, through the living day. 

When worries gather, and the pressure mounts, 

Your hurried drumming, silently recounts 

The inner turmoil, that your beat reveals, 

The silent struggles, and the pain it feels."

"And when in stillness," sighs the ancient Heart, 

"Your readings capture, my most peaceful part. 

The quiet slumber, deep and undisturbed, 

My gentle pulsing, carefully preserved. 

We share this journey, through the day and night, 

A vital connection, bathed in subtle light. 

You gauge my strength, my comfort, and my strife, 

A digital witness, to my beating life. 

And in this dialogue, unseen and deep, 

The story of my feelings, we now keep.

- Khushi Kaul