Failed Performance

For death of conflicts, and conflicts of death, the coming of cessation, I was waiting. Tomorrow must come before eternity, that inness, I will come to terms with one day. The absoluteness of certainties creates a danger of half-truths. An intelligent mind suffers _ in ther era of hoaxes and contradictions. The happenings of existence continue without dignity. Hand-picked rainbow is dumped face down in shallow creek, drugged, raped and abandoned to lose colours in water. When the sky hangs on the shore the blue sea sends the condolence. The sharp cleavage of silicon breasts weeps for a failed performance. SATISH VERMA