Love’s Epiphany

In a world

Ripped apart

With animus ‘n

Acrimony

The heart aches for

A whiff of fresh air

A sunshine

To warm its cockles;

For eternity.

Love –

The evanescent

Epiphany of

‘Virtual’ existence

Incandescent meteor

Meant to

Dazzle, and

Depart.

Each consumed by

One’s own

Hubris,

We let the

Edifice of faith

Crumble down

In the dark caverns

Of nothingness.

What stares us

In the face, is

Mere oblivion.

Narinder Jit Kaur,  a trilingual writer, and translator, who writes with fair ease and finesse in English, Hindi, and Punjabi, is a retired Associate Professor of English. Her articles, stories, and poems are regularly published in various newspapers and magazines. She has translated five books from Punjabi to English, including three novels and two collections of short stories. Her sixth book Dawn to Dusk is a collection of 58 middle articles published in prominent newspapers. The Icicle: A Collection of Short Stories is her seventh book, her first in creative writing.