Relentlessly

Living the moment without participation. Not accepting the liberation. I will call you when earth starts weeping. Someone lights a match in dark, to see the rim of black hole. A suspension bridge hangs between the tunnel of lies. The uncertain tomorrow and truncated present. The life breaks the relationship between fire and rain. Now you invoke the black cloud. The mania. You are shoved on the tracks before incoming electric wheels. This was democracy on move pushing the entrails out. Satish Verma