THE CHESSBOARD 

before reaching on the portal of innards 

caravan left the burg, deserted 

high way looked me very 

strangely, sky had 

been crimped

all spilled

out 

stars, nebula, milky way, of course the 

moon, I searched you among the 

shrinkage of glowing dust, 

the half noggin had 

no trace of your

lip print,

night

seemed jaded, chandeliers were 

gloomy as empty phial of 

exotic perfume, the 

half melted 

dreams 

and 

candles scattered on the chessboard - 

designed floor of life, vanguard 

emotion utilized by you 

inconceivably, now

my persona is 

not lesser 

than 

the infantry man, after defeat standing 

among the crowd of audience,

both sides of victorious 

path, the procession 

passed in the 

luxurious

way, 

you cut off a corner, refused all the -

happening of amethyst 

darkness, erased 

brilliantly the 

familiar 

odors,

no doubt you had won the game of life.

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 
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