A Dream After the Demise

Man becomes a bee assaulting a rosebud. Death, do not punish for unlived years when Budha was sitting inside me. At center stage a dance begins wading through salvia and absinthes. The soil craves for the roots, lake was not deep enough to sail. Stem cells resume the debate tapping the amniotic fluid. Salt lick becomes lethal in midnight syndrome. It was a tall claim. The beards hang in rows, testing the impatience of the system. A line of funerals becomes longer, on burning beach, where god and beast meet in dark. SATISH VERMA