Death's Reversal

Coming to cephalic withdrawl, sharing a deadly delusion, O my world - I will not ask, I will not take back. For my own liberation, I will set you free. I am reversing myself, my battles are still raging. The flames have reached the tallest branches, naked in sky : Verga, why the drops are not going to come down? Going alone in the woods, to find the skeletons, in the shades of grief, a deathless comp of apostates, to start a revolution, we become carpenters, carving totems. The question marks are increasing in wrinkles. On the shoulders of a lone tree a black bird sings to an old moon. Are there any worlds beyond the stars? Inspired by a poem of famous urdu poet Allama Iqbal ABHI ISHQ KE IMTIHAN AUR BHE HAIN SITARON KE AAGAI JAHAN AUR BHE HAIN SATISH VERMA