Just Beauty

Today I want to take a lethal dose of black lips, confronting the killer on contract. Time dithers to escort. May be a cold-blooded murder of a handful of sick shadows will give a transparent memory. Planting a sad kiss on blameless insomniac, I rub the sweet tenderness of morning blossom, a work of a faithful artist, an unnoticed grief ( for the sake of old promise). Meanwhile the blue moon splits into thousand splinters. From the height of insanity flows the chaste river of history. I defy the laws of gravity and climb with death all the time, becoming dark to myself, finding the shape of light in beauty of death. SATISH VERMA