As the days were turbulent,
So I was turbulent.
(This, turbulence, was not my creation).
As the nights were blind,
So I was in darkness.
But, I have the owl’s eyes,
Deep and blazing eyes.
So I could see beyond the unpredictable.

 

The way it all went,
Within and outside:
An infected world prevailed,
And, repeatedly, turbulence filled me
With its space.
At the end,
There was perfect harmony,
In this near-and-far obscurity.

 

Dubai
2012

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra