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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My altered sensorium goes berserk when I hear four - letter words like nuke and kill, love and hate, repeatedly. The decrepit age full of abused prisms deflects the sunrays for warlords. Here I am ripened in pain of a withering syndrome, collecting the live mushrooms from rainwashed wastelands. The primrose way of life did not agree. To become untrue to the whiff and waft of summer dunes was difficult and I remained entombed in scented air. Phantasy was a beautiful garden for me. Was it a desiccated, mental frame, matured, but manic isolation from an aligned life ? or walking alone in a desert of hidden paths ? But I was my own tailor. I presume, evil must be alive in erotica, the myth of erected columns in history to celebrate a victory. My brow sweats when I start climbing the steps. An identity crashed in mud I felt a sense of depression, flickering off and on, dying several times amidst the jasmines and bougainvillaeas. Hiding in fog, a serial killer has been nominated a blind judge. Fainting and waking up with hallucinations, sick in limbs, my journey starts for violent similes, mindless but full of stops. My words were not mine. The symbols ruled the day. The past will always morph into future but my present will be here in my flights, weary but strong in veins, My sun may be eclipsed for today but the bright century moves on ! SATISH VERMA
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