Unnamed Rhythms Yet Known Poem by Soumili Karmakar

When silver spreads around the moon
And the sprinkled stardust stares through,
Sincerely, the sky profoundly sights the incessant light
How often I find comfort in fear and uncertainties to heal,
Merely remembering we are still.
Delicate and precise the crescent of a silver ring
In a sky of November night, bright as the Spring.


Perhaps hopeful and honest  the twinkling enormous rays,
Perhaps beautiful and true reflection of myself.
Solitude, to you I barely hear my voice,
And sometimes Forever learns her own way in tear filled eyes.
The invulnerable singularity to say I knew you once,
Transparent wings know when a star dies,
Stares down at the Blue- Eyed Grass.


Star shaped cabins of soul
Some courageous, small herds of history
Wearing silver memory of delight.
Flowing with every drop the cadence of epiphanies
Associating with the intensity of crystalline dreams we meet.
Perhaps thankful sometimes even though being unnamed
Perhaps alive singing symphonies till today.


We are years swimming sky blue seas,
How often we return to ground opening eyes
Hearing sound, thought and earth to breath.
The other days I gaze and watch the ripples
Successfully another wisdom most vibrant
For splendour closer than thunder to rise
For all sunsets a tide embarks boundless in skies.
My heart, by meadow and wood
Bourne winding to find the irreplaceable clouds
In the light and shine of breathing days.