And the Rest Remained a Silence

“Bless the life, God Our lives, our living Our property and children Turn them into tranquility of our eyes Amen.” I was listening to his voice There was something, some emotions To the fullest, when he speaks like that. From the window, I could sense the outside world Life is still on, although the hour is late , so late now. The mystic night was yet unfolding in layers of emotions And we were longing for a life, loved and peaceful and normal. What are you thinking? A voice asked, softly and politely, a gentle voice What was I thinking? I was not sure about that. I was never sure about that. A mysterious night could leave a lot of mysteries unsolved, untouched with her. I was at the doorstep of that unsayable verse, and the rest remained a silence.