Rambling Roses

Slightly indecently the moon was sleeping beside me in the dark room. There was a shift in the stance of window. No wind either was coming, nor going. Should you be calling me for an interview, be aware of the bipolar mood swings of weather. Sometimes it is hot, sometimes it was freezing. If you have a sharp knife, download it in spirit. The tribes are fighting for drugs, money, land and withdrawl syndrome. There may be a toss for a run-off. A rendezvous with tulips will make a big start. I am tired of paparazzo. There should not be a slide show – of truth and lies. The situation is very catastrophic. Whosoever wins will not bring drinking water to parched lips and light to dark books. Take me to last resort of pain. I am going to sleep. I stand tonight before the moon and commit suicide in a beehive. Satish Verma