There is no end to my mood.
Often! I am filled with melancholy.

 

Considering my day to day happenings, 
Life appears like a monkey-show to me. 

 

Is not the whole business of living,
A circus dictating all of us to participate in it?

 

Witnessing the larger spectacle,
I observe the futility of my days.

 

Time has flown!  
Time is flying as I succumb...

 

To my kinless state,
With no idea where I am going.

 

My endeavours have dissolved into dust!
I have not paid attention to my soul...

 

My inner silence is not fiction...
It never stops asking me questions.

 

The questions are old.
Even so, they don't get me a single answer. 

 

Floating on my fears and doubts,
I am filled with melancholy.

 

Time is flying!
And I have not paid enough attention to my soul. 

 

 

Dubai
5th February 2016

 

Geeta Chhabra