Last evening.

The waning moon looked

bright amongst...

the ash gray monsoon sky,

and a few tiny stars.

 

The scent of the breeze...
carried ashore,
the dreams of the sea;
and I felt myself caught
in a web of rapture.

 

But as the night wore on,
the tide ebbed;
everything that was actual,
flung me to reality.

 

On their own accord,
the moon, stars, scent,
lost their charm;
all of my dreams were gone.

 

Mumbai
10th June 2020

 

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

(From Lockdown Collection)