Spring Belt

Every time, I have watched a sunrise or a sunset, minute-by-minute, my first thought is that in this world’s vastness the best and the most beautiful things are free.  On the sand dunes, I have heard the wild wind blowing whistles in different musical notes and at the wind’s feet the sand is openly thriving – making patterns of drifting waves.  Like a child, I find gazing at the stars that come up like a crop of jewels at night, a scene of recurring awe.  In every coming season, I capture an infinite experience of anticipation.  The timelessness of a snowfall, the pitter-patter of raindrops, the coming of flowers in their most supreme activity offer me a sense of even-mindedness.  I realize the fact that my true nature should be joyous, content, peaceful.  The connection between the way I ‘look’ at the scene, and the way I ‘think’ about it will convey the true meaning of my direct description: which is the ‘feeling’.  From the natural order of look-think-feel, readily and cheerfully, some of my poems are born.

Geeta Chhabra


From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra


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