We Will Scream Together

Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes he left the gray area, surging with a wandering death on the half broken stairs – before a closed gate was put on the pages trembling like toothed quaking aspen. The grief of the scarred face, in a serious midnight syndrome of invisible slit throat in a long journey above the waves. Tree was calling again for immoralism of flowers, quashing his life. The brave violence survives the mutilated dreams.For once the mirror has won again the onslaught of fingers. Satish Verma