To explain what is real I have no words, and no colours

Jospeh Ettan and Clara Chechi.

I was no way to know these two great souls.

But, as you may know,

Or know not,

They were the ones who came to me,

By themselves taking themselves the initiative,

And taking prior permission, in an unusual way,

With an advance note written on a paper,

Sent through one of mine and their friends,

That too when they had 

The experience of reading 

One my Book

In English “Mystic Mist”.

From that day onwards

We sailed together.

With nothing to hide,

Nowhere.

For me, they are/were the ones, 

Beyond the words

Who knew the inner soul.

With no formalities.

Formality comes in

When the real spirituality is missing.

True,,

No one can believe,

That we knew each other 

By and through the inner souls.

To explain that inner side,

And what is real, I have

No words, and no colours.

So, my dears, for me,

No need to introduce them both

To any one. 

Words and colours

Will not suffice,

Rather, will only fail.

No collar or letters

Can illustrate or depict

The real.

The real experiences.

Then what will it be

About them both,

Who did cross all

The confinements of 

Colours and letters.

Hence all the barriers

Of this world’s faiths 

And the heavens it created.