Jottings

there was a tree rose piercing me and killing me, I thought it was cheating on me after the sunset when moon was walking alone you know what is love we think different things at the same time but we are always alone, you do not think, I think about my god, saying a prayer to unknow him or keep him alive he has a debt to pay me back because I created him what cosmologist would say was an accident somebody comes with a strange version I say, a transgender was also entitled for his or hers right to love, may be marrying a deity one day and have free sex what were you saying about the bait, now a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope put up on a rough terrain to invite the lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors I am perplexed, do not want to talk, will watch the moon again, sailing silently across the blue starry sky throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes. SATISH VERMA