Sheet of silence

drapes the soul of din and bustle

as evening stealthily advances

slowly …dimly lit street lights engage in whisper

swathe in  the serenity of

breather and calmer sense

Less of footfall on much trodden path

defines the contour of the obvious

darkness pervades like never before

perhaps! tonight is bereft of

moon’s magical touch

The owl is awake

many restless souls must be…

I too am a night birdie

find this pitch dark phenomenon

and caress of phosphene moments

quite fascinating

Sitting next to my glass walls of window

I recount the episodes of day-long languor

the clock strikes one

O my poor soul!

still I am neck deep unto haunting stuff

It seems…

I shall not get back my peace of mind

nor can collude with sleep

till the deluge of remorse

sweeps me off my feet.

                                                                     ~Sujata Dash

                                                                 Bhubaneswar, India