Returning to the warmth
of my solitude,
I ask my senses:
whose blessings should I seek,
to cross over the mountains
of my responsibilities,
that engulf me like volcanoes?

 

My success will depend
on what –
to escape the net of reincarnation!
Will my spin of acts
carry my form to a particular
chartered route, region?

 

To-morrow.
Ah! To-morrow never stops
to invite me, yet,
to another neck of journey –
where a newer destination
awaits to approach me,
not the final, though!

 

As always...
As my learning thoughts
raise eager banners,
quizzically dotted with puzzled queries –
my judgement is at its wits end.
And no answers come.

 

1996

                          

Geeta Chhabra