Silver

 

… Is this how time catches up with us?

Perhaps,

Not through silver strands

Or trying bones,

But through the invisible weight

Of loneliness

That adds a feather every passing day -

 

Of all the parched love

We couldn’t get,

Of forgiving friends

Who long past moved away

Of all those farewelled hearts

That could have lit up

The darkest of our empty nights

 

In that emptiness,

In the sea of humanity

The songs of everyday

Get absorbed

In the white noise of existence,

The bare minima

Of staying awake

 

And even before we know it

Another silvery winter sets in,

Longer, colder

Than ever before,

Yet to be shorter

Than any we will get to see

In the irony of time…

04th June, 2026