IMPRESSIONS
I who quench my pen all night
I whose wine-filled cup is verse
I realize my state of addiction
I share the tune of many seasons
I drape the layers of many veils
I grope in the dark for light
I become the strong warrior
I am anger what it is in pain
I turn into the weak of old age
I am the grave buried in horror
I find peace somewhere
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I cradle memories
I am the agony of separation
I have the skill to be a tavern
I convert into pearls of laughter
I look for gold in dust
I foresee broken vows of humans
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I see loneliness gazing at me
I am the lost person
I fear the pages of perfidy
I question injustice
I am the tongue to sight exploitations
I am the eyes to go for beauty
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I am sleep of apparitions
I am the rider
I become the stallion
I am upon the point to find myself
I lose myself again and again
I am a confusion of imperfections
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I am the purpose of the candle
I am the opposite of light
I am how many times a slave
I live in a box
I am in a tete-a-tete with stars
I sprout in many moods
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I move with the breeze
I am the fire-burnt breast
I expired in many battles
I see my death as mild
I am living in seeing
I am the hope in desolation
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I look for answers everywhere
I am two worlds of so many worlds
I am perishable
I am imperishable
I am kingdom of kings
I am a slum of poverty
I am a mystery of soul and body
I am drawn to the perpetual enigma
I am looking for answers everywhere
I who quench my pen all night
I whose wine-filled cup is verse
I realize my state of addiction
I share the tune of many seasons
I drape the layers of many veils
For Viresh, Vibha, Vishal & Vrinda.
Dubai
2013
Geeta Chhabra
From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra