— Preeti Bhattacharjee
The faint sound of temple bells, somewhere
Shadowy corners tucked away in the trees.
The pale sea reflecting the sky of a thousand colours,
Still as glass except for the low murmur of ripples on the rocks.
The vast sea whispering her secrets.
Ship lights line the horizon
The sky darkens as stars rise
While the city on the other side glitters.
The calm wind
and silence. Solitude.
Like a dream.