Void of eternity

The shore is distant, a timeless home;

beyond the coastline,

a retreat to the origin, of frothy foam.

Like a lonely wanderer, I meander

floundering, wasted, adrift,

on the ocean of consciousness

forever lost,

in the void of eternity.

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About Chaitali Sengupta

Chaitali Sengupta is a writer and a poet by passion, a financial analyst and a language teacher by profession. She’s a translator and volunteer journalist, based in the Netherlands. “Cross Stitched words”, her debut collection of prose-poems, has been recently published by SETU publications, USA. Her two translated works (from Bengali to English) are “Quiet whispers of our heart” & “A thousand words of heart”. She has contributed largely to esteemed international anthologies and online/print literary journals, including Café dissensus, Different Truths, Borderless Journal, Muse India. Her translation of a human interest documentary for the Dutch TV channel NPO.nl was widely appreciated.

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