Let Me Go Into Snow

Audacity to live with your demons, putting up a fake love belief, who was the time, of that dark night ? Distinctly alive to what I was not just putting up the shades of death into nothingness of peace in war. Searching for self in capacious hope, was it the half-light of a moon, slipped on the words of a hoisted grief ? A wild truth was better than silken ribbons of fabricated lies. I am tired of playing games on the turf of synthetic desires. It would be time again, for what was time, encapsulated in crazy dialogues of taking on a chaste enemy. I will give my life for a bright red rose in absence of sun, drenched in fire and burning in dew drops, for the flowering of melting snow. Satish Verma