A Few Drops of Silver

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

My ink flows

Through the night

Dark, heavy, onerous -

The frozen pain melts,

Loneliness stretches arms,

Tries to hold walls, roof, the sky, the moon

High tides rise in placid waters,

Take the shape of a river,

Flowing through me,

Carrying the darkness

Amassing the corners.

Words are drenched, walk

Leaving their bare footprints,

In black and blue...

Out of the window, I look up to the moon

For

A few drops of silver!

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