Silent Departures

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Silent Departures

Sanjay Singh

Silent Departures

I cannot remember the days gone by,

for days, like rivers, never return to their source.

Why should the heart summon them,

when memory itself is a fragile illusion?

Yet when I remember you, the heart rebels—

each beat rises like a hymn,

the wind carries fragrance unasked,

and the air is heavy with meanings I cannot name.

Dreams of you fall into my eyes

like colors spilled by a careless painter,

staining the season with longing.

At night, the stars keep their vigil,

each one a mirror reminding me

that even light travels through distances

without seeking a reason.

Conflicts, too, come without cause—

like shadows born of flickering lamps.

Why do hearts turn away,

when love itself asks for nothing but presence?

Every moment whispers a truth—

the divisions we weave are illusions,

and if the lap of life must be filled,

let it be filled with flowers, not with emptiness.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh