My Silence Speaks.....

as i see the virgin moon each night, from my bedside
i feel as if she wants to tell me something;
wondering about it i get up and start pondering,
is it about the sunrise, the rain, the rainbow, the lovely nightingale;
or is it about the my ambitions, my destiny and my destination;
is it about my virtues and vices,
or is it my responsibilities towards my family;
utterly confused i go back to the bed and try to impose a sleep on myself,
but she again stares at me with all the innocence she has within herself;
her innocent look reminds me of something, something that i have locked deep in my heart,
something that has grown much faster than me yet still is very young, very fresh;
something that has made me realise how important i am
some thing that has become my destination
but then destiny and destination do not always meet
but I have understood what the virgin moon wanted to tell me
now its someone else's turn to understand it
for i cant tell u about it, everytime i try it i go silent.....
for if u cannot understand my silence, u will never understand my words