MYSTICAL NIGHTS

Mystical the nights r
Whilst I exploreth the words o wisdom in the whispers o this breeze..
Whilst I decode the mystery of the black-ness above me
The stars look at me, As if I was eavesdroppin their love-makin
The moon smiles at me, Whilst I ask " Whats this black doin to me tonight ?
It always does that to me.
Moon said ' listen to the silence me child, Its beautiful, Can u ever see ?
Then y question black, When it does so much good to thee ?
Only if u cud accept the black in the SELF
cud u actually turn colourful outside
We cremate a matter full of " why's "Had it recognized the black-real-self while alive
The fumes wudn hurt much when the soul departs and goes :
" I was black, Y wud u strangle me in one life u cudn live ? Y cudn u jes accept me for what I was and thence cud u love me, Love all.. Now when u actually wanna live the life, Y dyu forget the BLACK in the world " unknown " had told u twas for ONCE.. JUST ONCE ! "