I see the moon, gleaming bright,
Amidst a tranquil sky.
Yes, all is quiet but tonight,
I cannot close my eyes.
The gentle humming of the breeze,
That tries to lull me as though I
Were but a child it could appease,
With mere a simple lie.
I know too much, I want to say,
To simply be deceived.
The dreams may come but do not stay,
As much as I may plead.
Shadows lurking! Are they there?
Or is it only me?
Might I look? Might I dare?
They vanish suddenly!
The silence that is calm to all,
Is deafening to me.
I cannot let go, lest I fall,
To a world I cannot see.
Unseen demons, wait around!
They do not let me sleep.
The helplessness, my spirit bound,
I cannot even weep!
The darkness then besieges me,
Surrounding every sense.
I will not hear, I will not see,
Comforting is pretence.
The night is long, my restive mind,
The questions unanswered.
I search, I look, what do I find?
Voices afore unheard.
I thought I knew and yet I didn’t,
Transpired what, and what will.
But then a ray, luminescent,
Is cast upon the sill.
Then peak to peak and bough to bough,
The shadows lift, the dark is gone.
And quietened is the silence now,
A new day dawned upon!
What were the torments of the night?
Illusions, truths or mere a myth.
I ask myself, then see the light,
The night has passed and taken with.
Now brilliant bright, the rays that shine,
I see them, yes, I do!
And now the only voice is mine,
The voice I always knew.
~Rrashima Swaarup Verma