When we meet again,
should I turn myself
to ice?
Or, respond with wondrous
features of laughter!
Are you struck
by the same question, too?

 

Could it be, that,
we would wrap
our glances into invisible kisses?
We will know, then!
And find a foot-hold into the unknown.

 

Alone, as I stand around
my ponderous thoughts,
gradually including them,
In my ever-secretive realms;
a new font of images arrives…
consciously emptying me,
slowly but steadily.

 

Again! Again,
You have spun me into frenzy,
thus, reducing me,
into a state of fear…

 

Fears of surprised hope: rippling
With confused energies.
Fears of cannon balls over my head!
Fears of accidental rosy blushes
from my cheeks to shoulders!
Nearer to breaking my heart,
Once more.

 

And needing You!

 

1998

 

Geeta Chhabra