Oh..How I long for…
Blinding Darkness…
Emptiness…Nothingness…
No thoughts…No memories…
No pain… No regrets…
Let it be
all over…
Oh.. How I long to
Walk … walk… and walk
Through towns, cities, hills and deserts…
Regions all new, unidentifiable,
Unknown and strange!
Let unfamiliarity encompass me
Bury me in itself!
My very identity…
defined by relationships
You…him…her
And them…
Where was I?
A little soul, lost in the humdrum of life.
Let me let go of this self…this being.
Let me walk away from all this…
From bigger spaces to my inner circle
To shrink in my own self
Like a foetus
In mother’s womb
And dream about ‘the life to be’
Let me…
Be.
Narinder Jit Kaur is a retired Associate Professor from Patiala,who taught English Literature for 31 Years in various Government Colleges of Punjab. A writer and a translator, she has five books of translations, from Punjabi to English, to her credit Including Voices In The Back Courtyard(Rupa & Co.) -An Anthology Of Short-Stories By Punjabi Women Writers. She writes articles, poems and short-stories in English, Punjabi and Hindi. You can read more from her on narinderjit.com