words are truth

Words are the ultimate truth.

While composing the final draft of my book I found this poem and realized, what I wrote was so true, even though I didn't know it would turn up into a harsh reality.

Yes I ceased to express, all my pain, words and even whispers, for there is a time to reconnect, to show feelings, to endure a bond, once that time is passed, you are still like a sculpture, like the Buddha that  remained silent for years in his gyan. 

Ask me

Ask me, if you wanna know

The reason of my stitched lips

Some words are not for the world

Some whispers are only for the one

Some secrets are read in the eyes

Some pains are reflected in the soul

Ask me, before I cease to express

The pain, the words, the whispers.