In his worseness of excesses.
He concealed the facts.
Even poorer,
There was no humanity in his talk.

 

Whispered shadows who spoke to her,
Came like sudden thunder bolts.
The revelations never stopped to shatter,
Whatever she had preserved, most.

 

Now, in dream, or in real life,
She has forgotten how to sleep.
Turning round and round the night,
She is afraid of the dark.

 

Dubai
 2010

                          

Geeta Chhabra

 

 

From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra