15/07/2026
“Between Sky and Silence”
~ Subhadip Garai
On a bed of green, I rest my soul,
No race to win, no urgent goal.
The clouds drift slow, like thoughts untold,
And time forgets the hands it holds.
Sunglasses hide what eyes won’t say,
A quiet war fades far away.
The wind hums low, a gentle tune,
As day leans softly into noon.
No crowd, no noise—just me and air,
A fleeting peace, both light and rare.
If heaven’s real, it feels like this—
A lonely field, a silent bliss.
