The sun dim its light for the moon its side






then the sky feel blessed for the bond that strengths


Let the clouds be bold to hold the pain







of wrath of silence that mocks at your chin.






Nothing remains when distance parts






lips go mum when silence surrounds





wish i to reply for a voice unheard






rather my self do talk to a voice so called.




Busy are we in our own lives








faking a smile we face the world







why to be living not for our dreams






whom are we trying to built masking the real self.

With each grain of sand that fall,







your dreams ready to bounce up like cork






be aware the moon you are searching all long



still remains in the hold of your palm.