Rattles at the dead of night
Knocking fiercely at the dreamy lull
The trance broken, chimes ring clearer
Struck by the cold wind or was it a desolate hand?
At each step, the floor creaks, outside a leaf unfastens softly
Her unsteady hands, carefully drape the gloomy silence
Advances and reckons it for the departed lover
Traces of fear vanish as they embrace
The gentle visitor leads her
Into the distant void’s
Anisha Kaul is an aspiring poet and a Postgraduate student of Masters in English Literature at Jamia Millia Islamia University, New Delhi, India. Her work is forthcoming or has recently appeared in the Analogies & Allegories Literary Magazine, Visual Verse and Afflatus, among others. You can reach out to her on twitter @anishakaul9.
Read the rest of issue one here.