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

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