Louis Vest photo
By
Chetna Joshi Bambroo
Longing for Love
It may be unromantic
But the place of my worship, my love, my fantasies, my freedom, my lust, my being is centred in a small room
It is like a box that sees me naked
How ironical it is!
I have you, but the walls know me better
They listen to my little sobs
No one comes to pat me to happiness
Yes, they see it all
Only this little room in the city of hearts
Know how much I long for you
I am nailing my words each day behind these walls
They throb for a while and then they die
I want to ask you one day,
Can we put end to this misery?
Can we break the walls?
Can we let the words free?
Can, we again be like the lovers, we once used to be?
Chetna Joshi Bambroo
I am a freelance journalist, and have worked with national newspaper, Hindustan Times, New Delhi, India for three years and have also worked with children’s publishing houses.