as she tiptoed out o’ her cocoon
unto the curiosity of her existence
into the night sky upon the moon
a thirst for clarity and guidance
reflections of her inner silence
torn in a paradoxical reality
questions beckonin’ infinite patience
traversing thru’ time unto eternity
blanketed in a plethora of desire
darkness illuminating her fears
expressions buried in a quagmire
concealed in melancholy, silent tears
as she battles an inner turmoil
navigating omens on her path
bundled in an intimate coil
clouding a metaphoric truth
myriad forms of explanation
an insight into cosmic conscience
seeking purpose with inner vision
love, joy, freedom, renaissance
in her heart the answers dwell
painting rainbows across the sky
as she tiptoes back to her shell
she dreams of the butterfly
the silences hold the secrets; and so the sweetest sound is the sound of silence; this is the song of her soul
baisakhi saha 