
Something woke me,
A moon beam shines outside my window.
A silent night that but spoke to me in whispers.
My heart was heavy with him like the shadow of silence.
Night,how could you be so silent?
When I cry in pain,with my precious lost forever?
Forever is but a name for loss.
For whatever you hold does go through your grasp.
The grasp is never firm and one would not know,
How does one let go,of things held in embrace.
This is no lesson learnt,but is taught,
By the master teacher,the silent night.
So do not chatter with your mind,
Let go,let go of everything,
For then you have satsfaction ,
For holding only for a while this silent night.
Jayamala.

