All stories are kept at the edge
In the art of coloring the hidden secrets
For always there is something
So sallow to look inside.
My holiness is raw
When the place is found with the descended moon
Lifting something to raise the veil
Slightly with the rising water
To catch the glimpse of it.
The loyalty of my looking at the sea does not matter
When the stars whisper silently
In the dark night of the shadows
To sing the enduring honor of the possessed lies.
But the heart is never lost
In the noise of smelling the water in a fire place.
I look deep into the transparent dark
Tracing my never ever shown face
In the limited voice of the whisper
Between the earth and the sky.
Can the silent prison be the home
That comes to finish the ancient nightmare
Composed of sinful sacrifice
In fighting a merciful war?
But half smiling face behind the thin veil
Watches all to be worried for a safety death.
Copyright@ Dr Sudhansu Dash
