Faceless as the mist

Written by: Shishir Gupta

I am faceless as the mist
that dissolves with the
first rise of temperature
you feel me in touch
but never know me as such
yet I do my purpose 
and am on my way
dancing full sway
nameless I am too
for what can you call a mist
an orange,yellow,green or pink
mist that writes in ink
not even the ink 
that I write in, is
yet the writing is etched
fully and nicely stretched
till you feel its caress
and try and find its match.