Mum Is the Word...

When I started seeing you, needs were accumulating. A great paradox. The price is high for stoicism. My inner life gets battering Give me something to think of escape. It was not a deliverance. I was learning daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin. The other story is simple. It was the game of enchanting annihilation. Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body stops for you. Grief becomes your partner, Silence in your bed. The silence is ultimately the moment of truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a kiss of death. SATISH VERMA