Happenings

A transient smile lights up a moonless landscape,catalyzing the woes of labour of hot arguments. A fragile peace prevails. When the plot thickens let me count the bodies in the domain of a wasted god. Meanwhile I will get an interim sunless day to find the mystery of believers. A bridge had ultimately collapsed. In the panic room, no image filters. You continue to draw the nudes of goddesses and distance yourself from the rubble of axes. Battle-scarred earth throws up a severed head of a patriarch who refused to open his eyes. Satish Verma