Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

Just me and nothing else but.

Going Away

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There are all kinds of words
That many people say;
But these are the words that squeeze my heart:
“Goodbye, I am going away.”

For with them comes a bittersweet feeling
That those who love undergo;
And sometimes smiles are caught
Within many a tear’s undertow.

As you step out to venture
And learn and see and sense,
There is always the hope for you
To live a new experience.

But, with it, there are hearts that ache
To see you leave this shore;
And a hope that pervades a home
That you shall return to its door.

So, on this trip, that you make,
To see the wide world and learn,
Remember, that there are hearts you leave behind,
That are waiting for your return.

7 Sept
04:00am

(written for a friend who is going abroad to study)

Panic Attack

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Disintegration of thought,
Like a whirlwind upon mist.
Destiny grows stark and vaguer.
It’s something despair kissed.
The world shrinks to a point of light,
In an eddy of life’s utter doom;
Panic raises its terrible wings –
The blame lies ultimately on whom?
Thought has shattered,
Pinioned under those terrible wings;
Destiny and despair coalesce,
Turning into demonic things.
They rip, shred, rape every molecule
That prods an upturned lip;
While the last of light dies,
As panic breathes in its last sip.
The wind rattles sanity.
It is rattling away still…
Bare eyes wide, wide in the dark –
Now it is just the question of Will.

4:45am
4th April 2009

Calm

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I would not call this Happiness.
I would not call this Joy.
I can call this Realisation
Which Time cannot destroy.

This State of resting in Quiet –
With no battles in Thought;
This State of Being, quaint and calm,
Which Time itself has wrought.

Quiet moments filled with Wisdom,
Mingled with Memory,
Create this quaint smile, calm the heart,
Freeing the essence of Me.

Sometimes Doubts laugh – as is their wont –
But Experience sings
In my ear, unmasking these Doubts
As vain, trivial things.

All that is meant as Destiny
Shall be what finally stays;
Then matter not cold, moonless nights,
Nor vacant sunless days.

2nd February
8p.m.