A Silent Sky

I know about a silent sky
full of layers and secrets,
touching those clouds which travel with us.

Night is finely hand-stitched here
the past takes the thing of shreds and patches
and torques them into the realm of the surreal.

I whisper it over to myself
it rustles, like a taffeta curtain across the floor.
live your way to the real answer.

A dizzying high mark the late night,
the drummers stay till the last sip,
night birds exchange trust with fear.

Days of chlorophyl, stromata and leaves
let us draw the lines of unfaithful moment,
the belief becomes a memory now.

Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator with 24 books published, including five jointly edited books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as well as in eminent journals of India and abroad. His poems are translated in 16 languages. He has been nominated for Pushcart Prize for poetry in 2021. Read other articles by Gopal.