By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash
A black star died today
Two black wings breathed
A key that closes unto herself
In evanescent eternity
Whose fault it is
Whose vault was it
Questions of kabbalah unlocked
In the nascent white of serenity
From death to life
Or,
Life in inceptions
The answers are not a mesh
Of repetitive insertions
In key-hole fraternity
Look
If you look down upon
The mirror will look back at you.
By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash
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