Some Questions

No speculation. A meaningful dialogue must start, when you are surrounded by a dust? belt and fading stars. There was no resurgence? of hope. No purpose was put forward, no incubation was held and there was a stillbirth every time you coneived. You strive in violence, in turbulence. That unsettles me. The churning throws up the urn of venom. The followers of death will seek non-existence. Within space and void, you wanted fusion of belief and destiny. The slow climb of thoughts, will that evolve the mind further ? Satish Verma