Who is that calling me in the depth of my mind?

I do not know or recognise Him.
He calls secretly through gaps of feelings.
I am unable to understand Him.
Why am I unable to?

I had been determined not respond to Your call any longer.
Whatever the call with each blink of Your eye,

whatever the glimpses of the flow of light that would peep through the windows,
I would ignore it all.

But there is no end to Your call.
It persists,
sweetened with tune, melody and rhythm.

Remaining unknown, He wins the mind.
Intellect is unable to understand Him.