Eternal Cuddle

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god ? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity ? Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ? Age is abating, abattoir is empty. Exile from the past is over. When you intend to comeback to childhood and become a simple star ? Behind the mask lies the embrace of death I am afraid the flames will engulf, the genius of pathways. Everything into turn with obsolete gossip. A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle. SATISH VERMA