The night haunts me with her burden of words,
weighed down by their own unutterence.
Thoughts form and crumble.
I watch silently, say nothing.
I am a stranger in my own seclusion.

Yet the night nourishes me,
with her starry gaze.
Fills me with hopes of light,
Beyond the barren days.

Lying still in her arms, I realize,
The cruel day begins.
Lightless, listless, longing in vain.

Its time to hide behind myself,
In dried tears, to smile again.

Sarvesh Kulkarni

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