in the night
haunting words and melodies,
spin bewitched tales,
on shards of rhyhmes
like filigreed silver
swirling in my head.
O, hold them,
these floating lanterns
shimmering in the dark river.
O, catch them,
these fleeting fishes,
bobbing in the reflecting pool.
in the morning,
when I wake up,
they will disappear,
melodies forgotten,
words vanished,
stanzas lost,
my filmsy mind a blank page.
Sailoj Varma
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