The Balcony View


It happened one afternoon.
Well-acquainted with the tired harbor,
I looked at the wordless scene
Without much desire.
In our vacant moments
As we sat together –
You annulled our silence,
When you saw a pair of parrots –
And showed them to me
With your eyes.


Deep-dyed in green,
Perched upon arched backs
Of patulous palms –
Their benign vision appeared to me
As an altarpiece would have!
Through the mindful quietness between us –
I heard them,
Though the parrots never spoke.
They helped to fill the constant spaces
Of my incompetent loneliness.





Geeta Chhabra


From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra

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