Wednesday, 20 February 2013

THE CONTINUOUS ROTATION - -

depth of chalice, I do not know exactly,
just remember that it crossed 
the liver, elixir or poison;
whatever was 
that,
I've consumed, where was the time to 
think a moment, those mysterious 
eyes hadn't the exit, so 
infinite deviation,
across the 
ages, 
intense passion, unbounded thirst - - 
even lost the self introduction,
is it love or mirage, 
who knows,
in this
moment, the persona isn't lesser than 
a teetotum of unseen hands, 
sustained rotation, on 
the palm of 
destiny !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
empty chalice - - no idea about artist