Some days.
Under false pretenses,
I look happy.
I converse, observe, interact.
With an actor’s instinct,
I tell myself to smile.

 

Most days.
Under false pretenses,
I dodge thoughts of:
Disease. Old age.
Certainty of death.
Uncertainty after death.

 

In a recurring state.
When my past and present,
Explore my future…
The equilibrium of my mind,
Swings into a mood of oblivion.
Then, I feign my own end!

 

 

Dubai
2012

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra