Golden Sunset

Gently the invisible strength overrides penetrating every bone. The desire was not seeking, it was emitting a gloss. Fierce truth was reverberating. Only the mind was alert, flesh was hissing. An intense light knived my sadness, death wish it was a legend, I went into a process. A quietness catching all the voices of disharmony. Word by word vocabulary filtered in my heart. Priests were prophesying doom. Instant attention gave a passage, uncontaminated, closer to the truth. Gloom was glorified. Scissors had done their job, few will remember the designs. I should now think of a golden sunset. SATISH VERMA