When we meet again,
should I turn myself
to ice?
Or, respond with wondrous
features of warmth!
Are you struck
by the same question, too?

Could it be, that,
we would wrap
our glances into invisible kisses?
We will experience then!
And find a foot-hold into the unknown.

Alone, as I stand around
my ponderous thoughts,
gradually entering with them to
my ever secret worlds:
a new font of  images arrives,
consciously emptying me.
In excess chaos prevails.

Again! Again,
You have caught in frenzy
my feelings, and coiled them
in faceted fears.
I am seized by this feature, too.

Fears of surprised hope: rippling!
Fears of cannon balls
over my head!
Fears of accidental rosy blushes
from my cheeks to shoulders!
Nearer to breaking –
my heart is again, breathless.

Needing You!

Geeta Chhabra