Silver

I wake up alone, late at night.

Something silver shimmers and gleams

Outside my dark window;

The sleeping world, the row of trees,

The road that leads to the gray mountains,

The leaf-strewn fields, the babbling stream,

The baker’s shop, the temple bells,

All lie bathed and sparkling

In the silver light of the moon.

Everything that I ever loved,

All things that have been dear to me,

Wobble in this vast silver sea.

I am now adrift, a lost sailor,

Among the shimmering silver waves.

Only the faint sound of music

Playing in some invisible home

Keeps me moored and steady:

As if the notes are an anchor

That ties me with unseen strands

To the shorelines of reality.

Diptesh Ghosh