This: The chalice of our lives
is a cauldron, burning.
You and me writhe
inside the cup.


Your words,
and my thoughts
are guideless,
spilling over...
a mish-mash
of invariable challenges,
and foolish eruptions.


We talk about acts
which create
more acts;
and we incessantly suffer.


This cup fills
your chest,
and my heart.


The old bone of contention
remains on and on,
to rattle!
And we both rattle!


Geeta Chhabra

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