Smelles Murder

a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death : guess what happens when you come out of the body like a blue beam and strike a black hole amidst the shining legies, the lines on your hand till a different merger when the listening was unheard and the body does not talk, wolves were coming; no one minds the bullets, but sneaking in dark, like paroxysm of sunrealistic chorus of mutiny or angles fallen from the sky the acid was thrown on the face,of rosy lips because they were finding new words. SATISH VERMA