depth of chalice, I do not know exactly,
empty chalice - - no idea about artist
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
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