When I have stared longer, competing with the stubborn deliberation of the night
The night sky becomes becomes more mysterious, even grumbling about the lone spectator
I am not trying to pick out the flaws or elatedly appreciate the cryptic exchanges
All that this, silence cares to embrace me in a non-judgmental way, turning me into a stoic
Like altering my beliefs during the somber times, a lot may be in there for me to explore
In coming days, with the souls who will relinquish the exuberance of aritifical promises
Gather around the world, away from the pensive crowd, new discussions about existence
With no relevance of time and matter, only awakened souls meditating passionately
~Amitav
