Metaphysical View

Sitting between the knees, I am being bathed by intense anxiety and fear of harsh light. A canopy of doubts confronts the dignity versus anarchy for a watchman who will not dare open- the vault of truth. A fatal ire of imagination puts him to dire need of salvation. Was I moving from the wrong side of history in my zodiac to change the drooping eyelids ? Death opens my door for a shortwhile and then walks away after watching the transparencies. • The masks come and masks go. Cracks do not disappear. Either you destroy me, or my inside will have a singingbird, closing the golden window. The hardening of atereies. Tension was rising around the absence. Who was the arbitrator between dog and lamb ? The weather was ripening black currants. Satish Verma