Pillow Talk


When I am too happy,
I think of my own death.
And what will they do when
They see me as a body,
Making a total corpse of myself.


Will my fluent shape be lost
Under the white sheet,
And their shrill cries?
In my room, will a lamp
Be softly burning by my bedside?


My books, my name, my touch,
May catch an un-fancy gaze
To become one with an obsolete crevice  –
But my pillow will remain
Where it remains, to be
With my first love, and pillow talk.


For Ved


Geeta Chhabra



From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra


Recited by Geeta Chhabra at Paris-Sorbonne University (Abu Dhabi) for the event – Speak Abu Dhabi The Masters – on 14th November 2012.

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