First Words

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life – I have started the self-descent. Don’t leave me alone – I have to unload some debts. It was very disturbing. I have again forgotten my alphabet and become illiterate. Your consent is must for starting a new journey. I am neither afraid, nor worried but fever is rising, like a flood and ridge was collapsing. The death was unknown to me – it will come one day as a guest and stay with me forever. Times have rattled me enough and sword hangs from the roof. Why do I dream such? The dichotomy between gold and lies will start one day. I cannot go back to my dilapidated house where I met the first words. SATISH VERMA