Geeta Varma

Spaces expand, clash, fight, Still I search, constantly, Stare at those street dogs, Marking territory, barking words, Attacking, anger on display, Flashing teeth, ready to sink into flesh Oozing blood, breaking veins, This everyday regular uncontrolled ritual, Habit of cruelty.

I still search for spaces, as they vanish, Leaving seats, windows, rooms, Moving on time, in circles, Waiting to get filled.

A story on water and sand. Waves. Again and again and again.

She becomes slowly A shadow of defeat Frail, betrayed, lost, Succumbs to flames On dying thoughts Devouring life, Leaving embers red, Spraying sparks, reaching heavens. The skies open just then, Dampening every colour On green earth and green waters, Dark grey clouds and smoke Over the setting sun, Leaving nothing.

She becomes slowly, The Unseen, Mysterious, Vanishing, That.

Geeta Varma: She has been a teacher for thirty years and a Freelance journalist. She is now an Educational Consultant and writes for Deccan Herald. She enjoys working with children and has conducted many creative workshops. Her interests include music, reading, writing (poems and stories for children) and travelling. She is married to Shreekumar Varma (Writer and Novelist) and has two sons, Vinayak and Karthik and a daughter-in-law daughter Yamini. She lives in Neelankarai, Chennai.