Moonless Night

Entering the prision again, of self, losing the sanctity of flesh. I will not get over it. Disillusioned, someone was throwing the stones on the mirrors. No seduction, I am sitting under the sky. Want to overcome the grief. Magic was failing, will penetrate the brain. Withdrawl syndrome. A thought bothers again. Why the candle has burned down the house ? Sedition against the skin, the inheritance, the infinity. Always wanting to become a thing. Shutting down. How we become the strangers. Satish Verma