पुराने पन्नों से - भाग तीन

Poetry

I celebrate
The glow of life,
Amidst tiny cracks of make-up,
Futile bickering,
Amidst hope of vanity.

I celebrate
When bubbles of exasperation bursts.
Amidst superfluous commotion.
Avoiding sharp,
Distressed eyes.

I celebrate,
Because I have found you,
Poetry.
You are not my portrayal of escape.
You remain prime justification
Of who I am,
Of my elements,
With all my impediments.

(2oth February 1999)