Weaving Silence

Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia ? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. The digital death comes as a reward for insane truth. You turn the back on home and walk towards the sea – to count the empty shells on beach. Here life completes a cycle from emptiness to emptiness. You are ready to go in void. • On waking you find yourself dead. Now every one is talking about you. The words sink in a womb – a death watcher. The house was burning. How tall you had become after forgetting the prayer ? Do you think a window will allow – you to become immortal ? The inner strength reverberates in black stones who were sad, you will not make them visible any more in nightless journey. Moon eater, You were always hungry drinking the elixir of death. Satish Verma *On the death of Steve Jobs.