Now You Know

You are not with yourself today. Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud. Now you know what you did not want to know. No longer the pathless destiny, comes near you, you go towards the bushes to collect the ash, the burnt out remains of a theme, a design, a horizon. In memory of books, which are not read by anyone now. Pages lay wounded. Black stones trying to hear the sounds of dawn. The tremors were increasing in the swampland. The wolves were in howling rage. A daring gift of death, tormenting the spirit, human flesh, you watch through the twilight, through the terror of betrayal. Each tear drop sacrifices the eternity. SATISH VERMA