Straight Talk

Was it a mirage of innocence in the age of push ups of a violent surrealism ? I was wary of the repeat acid horrors. They come back again and again. I want to get an abili by sitting between the sunset and moonrise. The wounds- refuse to heal up and I will not lament the disfigurement of a verse by scars. I want to say I like you yet I will not be able to tell- for want of a book which remained incomplete within its mask and pronounced words as soft as feathers. Satish Verma