Nothing more to say.

When I was a kid ,
I lived amongst the stars
And found that which binds
Galaxies of universe also binds us
And We may not find the truth
But the truth always finds us.

And then I was the bird,
On the fence of an unknown garden
Stars were the harvest from heaven
And rains were true blessings
Truth was my silent friend
Without even telling me its name.

Then I had nothing to say
For I was not learned and proud,
Every cloud of thought that passed by
invariably mixed in the crowd.
Every moment was clear and new
Like the shinning crystal of morning dew.


Stars had mute feelings and So Did I,
So I just sat there gazing with an eager eye
Nights after nights passed
And there was nothing to be weary
Truth was my bedtime story
And Truth was my imagined fairy.

But I don’t remember when
did I sold my house in stars
and came back to divided grounds
to find dust on these artificial altars.
My old friend is hiding too in shame,
The silent one without any name.


Now I wish I could be that kid again
Who lived across the endless sky
With those sweet memories in heart
I stand here and I start to pray.
That soon there will be this day again
when I will have nothing more to say