Left the Body To Watch

In the ending, there was beginning of fear of unknown. The pain of malignity, evil punctuation of a serene landscape. Life moved from one landmark to another in alien waste. I shuddered in a patch of sun. The impulse was very strong to find out the answer I was violated by many questions. Words could not tell, migrated back to their scriptures. Time altered the names of fear & death. Waiting grew into self-knowledge. Like pleated oxygen mask life gave me a bump. Saddened, I played the mutation game. Failed, tried again, left the body to watch the death of the self. Beyond the mind, away from sorrow and grief of world. SATISH VERMA