I might describe the oratory of God
Inviting my gaze to expand –
In the scene laid in front of my eyes.

 

The sea is calm: built upon magical silence.
With all directions,
The waters are not grey, or, muddy,
After the dragging storm has left.

 

Under the mild afternoon,
The waveless ocean shimmers
Better than silver.

 

Tall sky-scrapers compared to my mind,
Seem half-asleep.
Having tamed the rogue winds,
The horizon exhibits true bliss.

 

But, despair has seized me, again!
My brain pursues the rot of war –
Once more!

 

On the scene laid in front of my eyes,
My soul drifts across to reach the war-zones:
Crimson in blood.
Pale in death.
Fiery in madness.

 

It is not all quiet with me.
The sea is calm.
I am not!

 

 

To my friend Suchitra Bajpai Choudhary
Dubai
March 2015

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra