Labyrinths

From the ramparts of a castle a wallflower jumps. A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex. Silent roots crossing the deniability endorse a fluid dynamics of a scandal. The fascination of a fairy tale makes a lover seek the revenge. He hates, he strikes, but fails to impress the horizon beyond the galaxies. Black laughters of fake seers make an entry to plunder the stars. A tremor in the voice betrays the ambushed faith. Now where to go, find the peace of death? Time’s white hands are snarled in pain; cannot write the elegant script of surrender. SATISH VERMA