Resurrection

There were two shades of truth. All the facts were true and all the facts were wrong. Reality was always drowning in a shapeless pit, confusion reigned between two statements, because import was nil and walking amidst ruins was painful. Worthless conflicts hover in the night. Exchanging the dialogues with death start in vain. I go back to my fire and burn my thoughts. The world around me is adjourned, sine die for the sake of peace. I became what I am. You wait for a whole life to tell the truth, and then die for it. My god was crazy. He did’t ask me for a prayer because he was me, and there lies the absolute. For umpteen times I felt the need of, resurrection from the dead lies. Satish Verma