The Silent Night by Rimli Bhattacharya

It is just me with thoughts of him

As I find this darkness strange,

He who had left me long ago

Till these silent nights became my cronies.

I tilt my head skywards

I see the Milky Way,

Those dotted stars are the ones

He had left me for – 

The black eerie of the silent nights

Would never escape my memory.

I was tired, I was lonely.

For he had left me long ago

Till these silent nights became my cronies.

I suffer silently

Under the funereal silent nights.

I am weakened from the core

For I do not want anyone to promise me 

The moon or the stars. 

I want him to lie with me

On the dew coated moist grass.

Holding hands I wish we could watch them.

Him and me, just the two of us. But No – 

These are my imaginations flying high.  

Tears in my eyes I ogle at the sky,

The silver glow of moon smiles down at me.

Resting my head on the window panes

I want to escape his thoughts.

Wish I could – 

But now I only cry.

As I count the stars

Thinking about him.

He who left me long ago

Till these silent nights became my cronies. 

Rimli Bhattacharya is a gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering and an MBA in supply chain management. Her writing has appeared in several magazines, engineering journals, blogs, and in the anthology Book of Light. She is also a trained classical dancer and is based out of Mumbai, India.