A balcony,
By the riverside,
On a dark winter night,
A starlit sky,
To keep us company ,
We mostly kept quiet,
The song of the crickets ,
Made up for it ,
As if they understood,
What's on our minds.
Another balcony,
By the sea ,
The night was cloudy,
We were silent, mostly,
A hazy moon appeared
Out of nowhere,
The sea loudly roared in response,
As if trying to convey,
What our mute hearts,
Could not.
This balcony,
Of my house,
Where every single night,
I stand alone,
Be it starlit, be it cloudy,
I always remain quiet,
I look for a messenger,
Who would decode
My silence,
And have it delivered.
© 2009 Rituparna Das