Love
Love is likeclouds gathering
on the hills.
It forms,
rains and goes away.
You cannot hold it
or ask it to stay.
You just have to let it be
and wait for it to rain.
We are the hills
standing for ages
for some love again.
Silent presence
Sometimes,there's nothing to say.
The presence is enough.
Love is not always words;
it's those blank spaces too
that only silence fills,
like the conversation
between the night and moonlight.
Sumit Ray teaches English literature at the University of North Bengal. He occasionally tries to write poetry.
