Hidden from the world.
Prisoners of my mind:
felonious labyrinthine desires,
imprisoning me.

 

How will I know
who lit the fire?
Bandit love-torn heart,
were you the one who craved?
Burn with me now!
As I burn with my realities…

 

Beaming at the outside world,
waving out to all – 
though I am lost.
Disguised!
Undisguised!
I still keep going.

 

Donning badges of sacred pledges,
wearing veins of sturdy truth.
Look at me!
Bit by bit, strangely:
I am still intact –
Looking beyond afar, afar.

 

Hearing into secrets,
watching myself gaze at:
Spaces carrying, no solutions –
standing emptily!

 

1999

                          

Geeta Chhabra